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PREFACE. 


i.  TT    is    thought    the,  following    notes    lAay    be 
-*-  fufficient. 

2.  The  letters,  J,  and  A,  are  the  initials  of  the 
refpeclive  fele&ers,  Jones  and  Allifon. 

3.  It  is  not  defigned,  that  thofe  Hymns  ap- 
pointed to  be  fang  at  the  opening  of  public  worfiiip, 
before  fermon,  and  after  fermon,  fhouid  be  inva- 
riably ufed  on  thofe  occafions  only  j  but  every  one 
is  left  to  his  own  difcretion. 

4.  Notwithstanding  the  Hymns  in  the  latter  part 
of  the  Book  are  principally  defigned  for  private  ufe, 
yet  they  may  be  ufed  in  public,  in  fuch  Congregations 
as  are  generally  acquainted  with  tunes  fuited  to  them. 

5.  This  Collection  is  reftricted  to  a  fmall  lize, 
V/ith  a  view  to  leffen  the  price,  and  to  render  it 
more  portable.  It  is  thought,  however,  that  no 
material  inconvenience  will  follow,  except  that 
fometimes  it  may  be  difficult  to  find  an  Hymn  after 
fermon,  that  will  accord  with  the  fubjecl  of  dif- 
courfe  :  but  the  Hymns  under  the  word  Difmiilion, 
in  the  Index,  which  are  of  general  import,  will  in  a 
good  degree  remedy  the  defecl:. 

8.  By  the  Scheme  of  General  Contents,  wherein 
ihe  Hymns  on  the  different  occafions  are  duly  ar- 
ranged, any  Hymn  wanted  may  be,  in  a  general  way., 


IV  PREFACE, 

pretty  readily  found  :  Neverthelefs,  a  Table  of  Firfl 
X.ines  follows,  as  alfo  an  Index  of  more  particular 
contents  at  the  end  of  the  Book. 

7.  Forty  Pialms  are  added  to  the  prefent  edition, 
together  with  the  Doxologies. 

SAMUEL  JONES. 

Lower  Dublin,  Dec.  17,  1S01. 


TABLE  of  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn,  £5V. 
A    FORM  of  words  tho'  e'er  fo  found, 
"^        Ah  !   lovely  appearance  of  death, 
Ah  !    what  can  I  do, 
Alas  !   and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
Alas  !   what  hourly  dangers  rife, 
All  gracious  God,  thy  people  blefs, 
All  ye  that  pafs  by, 
Almighty  God  of  truth  and  love, 
Am  I  a  foldier  of  the  crofs, 
And  is  it  yet,  dear  Lord,  a  dcul':, 
And  mud  this  body  die, 
And  now,  my  foul,,  another  year, 
And  will  the  Lord  thus  condefce 
Another  Gx  days  wcrk  is  done, 
Arife,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 
Aflift  us,  Lord,  thy  name  to  pi 
Awake  and  fog  the  (bog, 
Awake  my  foul,  and  with  the  fun. 
Awake  my  foul  in  joyful  lays, 
Awake  my  foul,  awake  mine  eyes, 
Awake  our  drowfy  fouls, 
Awake,  fweet  gratitude,  and  fing, 
Awake,  ye  Saints,  and  life  your  eyes, 

FORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
**   Before  thy  throne,  eternal  King, 
Behold  the  morning  fun, 
Befet  with  fcares  on  every  hand, 
Be  with  me  Lord,  where'er  I  go? 

a  7 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES* 

Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 
Bled  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know, 
Bled  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place, 
Bled  is  the  man,  for  ever  bled, 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
Blefs,  O  my  foul  the  living  God, 
Brethren,  let  us  join  to  blefs, 
Bxoad  is  the  way  that  leads  to  death, 

^•HILDRENof  the  Heavenly  King, 
^-^  Chritl  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme, 
Cbridians  in  your  feveral  ftations, 
Come  all  harmonious  tongues, 
Come,  deared  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell, 
Come,  defcend,   O  heavenly  Spirit, 
Come  gracious  Spiri£,  heavenly  Dove, 
Come,  holy  Spirit,  come, 
Come  holy  Spirit  heavenly  Dove, 
Come  hither  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
Come  humble  finners,  in  vvhofe  bread, 
Come  in  ye  blerTed  of  your  God, 
Come,  le;  us  join  oar  cheerful  fongs, 
Come  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 
Come,  O  my  foul,  and  ling, 
Come  fmners,  faith  the  mighty  God, 
Come  found  his  praife  abroad, 
Come  thou  Almighty  King, 
Come  thou  fount  of  every  blefling, 
Come  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
Come  weary  fouls-j  with  fin  didrefs'd, 
Come  ye  fmners.  come  to  Jefus, 
Come  ye  imners,  poor  and  wretched* 
Curd  be  the  man,  fpr  ever  curd, 


TABLE  Or   FIRST  LI  1 

Y\\  EAR.  Jefus  here  comes, 

•*-      Death  as  a  fleep  or  gentle  doz",  233 

Difi  nifs  us  with  thy  bl effing,  Lord,  151 

I>  <  s  it  not  grief  anil  wonder  move,  47 

Do   we  not  know  that  folemn  word,  168 

Dt'(  ad  Sov'reign,  let  my  evening  fong,  2  <; ; 
Dm  as  uniform  the  foldier  wears, 


E 


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ARTFI  has  detained  me  pris'ner  lorg,  34 

Encourag'd  by  thy  word,  207 

Er  a  I  fleep  for  every  favour,  264 

E-i  :rnal  power,  whofe  high  abode,  43 
E  3  .-rnal  fource  of  joys  divine, 

Lj  zrnal  wifdom,  thee  we  praife,  26 

T^  A  R  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone,  J 3 

■*■      Fathe r,  before  we  hence  depaw,  68 

Fi  ther,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace,  36 

Fi  ther,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee,  1    0 

Yi  ther,  (if  thou  my  Father  art,) 

Ft  ther  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear,  204 

F:  .ther  of  mercies,  in  thy  word, 

F  ather  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace,  1  70 

F  requent  the  day  of  God  return?,  1  o 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  (hall  1  80 

O.IVE  thanks  to  God  moll  high, 

^       Give  to  our  God  immortal  praife,  .   - 

Clary  be  to  God  on  high, 

Gfci  y  to  God,  who  gave  the  word, 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God  this  night, 

Go,  pr-ic*i  my  Gofpel,  faith  the  I 

Goc    moves  in  a  myftcrious  way, 

Goc  of  all  confolation  take, 

a  4. 


TABLE  DF  FIRST  LI XIX. 

Gcd  of  my  falvation  hear, 

Gracious  Lord  incline  thine  ear, 

Grace  !   tis  a  charming  found, 

Great  former  of  this  various  frame, 

Great  Father  of  mankind, 

Great  God  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Great  God  of  wonders,   all  thy  ways, 

Great  God,  the  Heav'ns  well  order'd  frame, 

Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  flues, 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 

TTAIL,  Alpha  and  Omega,  hail, 
■*-  -■■   Hail  thou  once  defpifed  Jefas, 
Ijark,  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found, 
Hark  !    my  foul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
Hark  I  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy, 
He  cornea  he  comes,  the  Judge  fevere, 


He  dies,  the  Heavenly  lover  dies, 

He  is  a  God  of  fovereign  love, 

Hear  me  O  Redeemer  hear, 

Here  at  thy  table,  .Lord  we  wait, 

High  in  the  Heav'ns,  eternal  God, 

jHofannah  to  Jefus  on  high, 

Hofannah  to  the  Prince  of  Light, 

Ilofannali  with  a  cheerful  found, 

How  are  thy  glories  here  difp'ay'd, 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 

How  condescending  and  how  kind, 

Howfirm  a  foundation  the  fai  nts  of  the  Lord, 

How  happy  is  the  ChrifHan  (late, 

How  pleas'd  and  cleft  was  I, 

How  oft  have  fin  and  fatan  (trove, 

How  fad  our  (late  by  a  nature  is, 

I  low  fliort  -<xnd  haftv  is  our  life, 


TABLE  OP  F7XST  LINES. 

T  LONG  to  behold  him  arfay'd,  $t % 

*■    1  love  thy  charming  name,  eft 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath,  33c 

I'm  tir'd  of  vifits,  modes  and  forms?  298 

In  a  world  of  fin  and  forrow,  306 

3n  fv/eet  exalted  drains,  273 

In  fuch  a  giave  as  this,  '7 $ 

Ifruel  in  ancient  iayi,  26$ 

In  vain  Apollo's  Giver  tongue,  69 

3*  this  the  kind  return,  16$ 

Jeftw,  and  faan  it  ever  he,  17? 

jefu,  friend  of  finners  hear,  278 

c,   let  thy  pitying  eve,  279 

jefus  mighty  Kino  in  Ziort,'  302 

Jefas.my  All  to  heav'n  is  gore,  14? 

Jefus,  O  word  divinely  fweet,  ffctf 

Jefii,   Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord,  162 

Jefus,  the  eternal  Son  of  God,  $1 

jefus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet,  Iy2 

XV I ND    is  the  fpeech  of  Chrifl:  our  Lord,  1 3  7 

"J    AMB  of  God,  we  fall  before  thee,  301 

•*— '   Let  all  our  tongues  be  one,  i$z 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife,  333 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend,  yS 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory  Lord,  9 

Let  thv  devoted  fervant  go,  201 

J  rt  us  love,   and  fing,   and  wonder,  31$ 

Light  of  thofe,  whofe  dreary  dwelling,  -90 

Lo^g  did  my  foul  in  Jefu's  form,  J  4« 

a.5 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found, 
Lo  he  comes  in  clouds  defcending, 
Lo  !   he  cometh  countlefs  trumpets, 
Lo  the  Almighty  King  of  glory, 
Lord  at  thy  table  I  behold, 
Lord  blefs  thy  flints  arTembled  here, 
Lord  haft  thou  faffer'd  me  to  fee, 
Lord  how  divine  our  comforts  are, 
Lord  how  myirerious  are  thy  ways, 
Lord  how  fnall  wretched  finners  dare, 
Lord  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear, 
Lord  difmifs  us  with  thy  blcfiing, 
Lord  I  am  vile  conceived  in  fin, 
Lord  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diilrefs, 
Lord  Jefus,  when,  when  mall  it  be, 
Lord  look  on  all  arTembled  here, 
Lord  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
Lord  we  come  before  thee  now, 
Lord  what  a  feeble  piece, 
Lord  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
Lord  when  I  read  the  traitor's  doom, 
Lord  when  our  raptur'd  thoughts  furvey, 
Lord  when  thou  didir.  afcend  on  high, 
Locd  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  found, 

■J\/TINE  eyes  and  my  defire, 
*-**■  Miftaken  fouls  that  dream  of  heav'n, 
Moll  righteous  God,   my  doom  I  bear, 
My  drowfy  powers  why  ileep  ye  fo, 
My  God,   how  endiefs  is  thy  love, 
My  God  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings, 
My  Godt  my  God,  and  muft  I  die, 
My  God,  my  life,  my  love, 


TABLE  CF  FMST  LIKES. 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife,  T4r 

,   my  portion,   and  my  love,  73 

My  Lord,  how  great's  the  favour,  281 

My  Saviour,   my  Almighty  friend,  87 

M     Saviour's  pierced  fide,  359 

My  foul  come  meditate  the  day,  224 

My  foul  how  lovely  is  the  place,  37 

••mem 

"VTAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came,  96 

-  *    Not  all  the  blood  of  beads,  162 

Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth,  256 

Not  unto  us  but  thee  alone,  72 

Now  begin  the  Heavenly  theme-, 

from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 
Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  r^gc, 
Now  in  the  heat  or  yo  od, 

Now  keep  me  -  :     rf>rd, 

Now  let  our  voices 
Now  Lord  another  of  thy  days, 
Now  Lord  the  heavenly   feed  is  few  a, 
Now  Lord  thy  blelnng  add, 
Now  may  the  God  ol  peace  and  love, 
Now  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire, 
Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong, 
Now  Chrifi  ..gain  to  me  appears, 

OCOME  let  us  join, 
O  deareft  Lord,  give  me  an  heart, 
t  Gf  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
O  i    for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
O  for  an  heart  to  love  my  God, 
G  for  a  thoufand  tongues  to  fing, 
:0  my  foul  w^s  form'd  Tor  woe. 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LZXZS. 

Oft  as  the  bell  with  folemn  toli,  i2<* 

Oft  I  refleft  upon  thy  grace,  oq 

Often  I  feek  my  God  by  night,  252 

O  Jefus,  cirp  Lord,  262 

O  Jefa,  Jefu,   dearer!  Lord,  gtf 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great,  40 

Once  more  before  we  part,  16- 

Once  more  my  foul  the  rifing  day,  2aj 

Once  more  wc  come  before  our  God,  2 

O  that  my  load  of  fin  were  gone,  103 
O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways, 

O  thou,  whofe- tender  mercies  hears,  78 

O  what  (hall  I  do  to  retrieve,  322 

Oi>r  Saviour  alone,  ^7 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diitrefs,  62 

T>LEAS'D  we  read  in  facred  (lory,  307 

•*     Praife  to  the  Lord,  who  bows  his  ear,  21 1 

Precious  Bible  what  a  treafure,  317 

Prefs'd  my  foul  with  future  profpecr,  308 

1  EJOI€E  the  Lord  is  King,  267 

*■   Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate,  227 

vich  grace,  free  grace,  raoft  fweetly  call'd,  6t 

Repent  and  be  baptis'd,  274 

Rife  my  foul  adore  thy  Maker,  293 

Rife  my  foul  and  ftretch  thy  wing^,  282<« 

C  ALVATION  is  forever  nigh,  i26\ 

^   Salvation  to  our  God,                            ,  25' 

Saviour  I  do  feel  thy  merit,  303 

Saviour  vifit  thy  plantation,  3  1 6 

See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne,  2  iff 

See  how  the  mounting  fun,  241) 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LIN  IS. 

See  how  the  willing  converts  trace,  173 

Sinners  obey  the  gofpel  word,  145 

Shew  pity  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive,  147 

Sleep,  downy  fleep  come  clofe  mine  eyes,  25  £ 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs,  52 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay,  1 1 1 

Sprinkled  with  reconciling  blood,  l  I 

Stay  thou  incited  Spirit  ftay,  155 

Stretch'd  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  dies,  181 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace,  31 

HTHAT  doleful  night  before  his  death,  1S7 

•*■    The  church  a  garden  is,  266 

Thee  we  adore  eternal  rame,  221 
The  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

The  God  of  Abram  praife,  £64 

THe  great  Redeemer  we  adore,  1  7  1 
Tfye  God  of  glory  fends  his  fa  mm  On  s  forth,        340 

The  heavens  declaie  thy  glory  Lord,  48 

The  king  of  faints  how  fair  his  face,  50 

The  Lord  defcending  from  above,  8 

The  Lord  how  fearful  is  his  name,  250 

The  Lord  how  glorious  is  his  face,  1  S4 

The  Lord  my  fhepherd  and  my  glide,     „  217 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  iky, 

The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee,  1  2 

The  pretence  of  thy  grace  impart,  ico 

The  Saviour  cails  let  every  ear;  5 

The  firmer  that  by  precious  faith,  }  18 
The  fouls  that  would  to  J. 

The  fp;  cious  firmament  en  high,  124 

ire  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,  70 

This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's,  131 
Tho'  troubles  aiTail  and  da 


'/ABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES, 

i  art,  O  God,  a  Spirit  pure, 
Thou  God  of  glorious  Majefty, 
Thou  only  fource  of  true  delight, 
Thy  prefence  Saviour  may  t  feel, 
*Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
5Tis  falfe  thou  vile  accufer,  go, 
'Tis  fmihVd  the  Redeemer  faid, 
Thns  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd, 
Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lor?, 
To  day  God  bids  the  faithful  reft, 
To  praife  the  ever  bounteous  Lord, 
To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name, 
To  thee,  my  God,   I  hourly  figh, 
To  thee  who  reign'ft  lapreme  above, 

dine  Almighty  arm  we  owe, 
»rf  was  the  commiffion  of  our  Led, 

\J  PvVARD  1  lift  rniac  eyes, 


V 


7" A  IN  are  the  hopes  the  ions  of  men, 
Vain  man,  thy  fond  purfuits  forbear. 


\)t7"K  area  garden  wall'd  around, 

*  *'      We  needs  mull  die  who  bar.iiVd  lie, 
W  .    fing  to  thee  wbofe  wifdom  form'd, 
Well  met  dear  friends  in  Jeftts  name, 
Welcome  fweetday  of  reft, 
Welcome  ..inn:  well  b'jlov'd  of  God. 
What  different  power*  of  grace  and  fin, 
What  good  news  the  angels  bring, 
What  heav'nly  man,  of  lovely  God, 
what  fcenes  of  horror  and  of  death, 
What  Hull  I  render  to  my  God, 
What  think  yeof  Chriilis  the  tefl, 


TABLE  CF  FIRST  LINES, 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  I  4. 

What  wifdorn,  majefty  and  grace,  39 

When  all  thy  mercies  O  my  God,  210 

When  Abra'm  full  cf  facred  awe,  214 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name,  10$ 

When,  gracious  Lord,  when  (hall  it  be,  J3# 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,  9? 

When  I  furvey  the  wond'rous  crcfs,  191 

When  Jofeph  his  brethren  beheld,  324 

When,  O  dear  Jefus,  when  (hall  I,  245 

W7  hen  the  fierce  north  wind,  342 

When  with  my  mind  divinely  prefs'd,  297 

While  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord,  209 

While  with  ceafelefs  courfe  the  fun,  ?<-)i 

Who  hath  our  report  believed,  3  20 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  Hay,  1 10 

Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends,  230 

Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee,  109 

Why,  O  my  heart,  thefe  anxious  cares,  i",0 

Why  mould  cur  mourning  thoughts  delight,  23  £ 

Why  mould  we  (tart  and  fear  to  die,  226 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  to  igue,  136 

With  all  thy  power,  O  Lord  defcend,  202 

With  cheerful  voice  I  ling,  272 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace,  1  14 

With  heart  and  lips  unfeign'd,  59 

With  rev'rence  let  the  faints  draw  near,  4 

When  blooming  youth  is  {natch  \1  away,  220 

VH  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice,  20 

-*-     Ye  Tenants  of  God,  334 

Ye  fouls  that  are  weak,  335 

Ye  trembling  fouls  difmifs  your  fears,  $8 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join,  27  1 

Yonder,  amazing  fight  I  fee,  77 


APPENDIX. 

BLESS'D  are  the  undem'd  in  heart 
Come  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
Sarly  my  God  without  delay 
Far  as  thy  name  is  known 
From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name 
Give  to  the  Lord  ye  fons  of  fame 
God  my  fupportcr  and  my  hope 
Great  God  attend  while  Zion  fing» 
Great  Shepherd  of  thine   Ifrael 
Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord 
How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
In  all  my  vaft.  concerns  with  thee 
la  Gad's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife 
Judge  me  O  Lord  and  prove  n:y  way* 
Let  ev'ry  creature  join 
Lo  what  an  entertaining  fight 
Lord  I  am  thine  hut  thou  wilt  prove 

of  the  worlds  above 
Lord  thou  haft  fearch"d  and  feen  me  thro' 
Lord  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 
Mine  eye-5  and  my  defire 
My  God  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
My  foul  thy  great  Creator  praife 
O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call 
O  happy  nation  where  the  Lord 
Fraife  ye  the  Lord  exalt  his  name 
Praife  ye  the  Lord  my  heart  fhall  join 
£ing  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord 
Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 
Svt   et  is  the  work  my  God  my  King 
Teach  me  the  meafure  cf  my  days 
Th'  Almighty  leigns  exalted  high 
The  Lord  the  Judge  before  his  throne 
This  is  the  day  the  Lord  has  made 
Thus  faith  the  Lord  the  foacious  fields 
*ris  by  thy  firength  the  mountains  ftand 
To  Gad  i  cry'd  w'.:h  mournful  voice 
With  tongs  and  honours  founding  loud 
Ye  that  delight  to  kr^e  the  Lord, 


GENERAL  CONTENTS, 


t.  At  Opening- Public  Worfhip, 

From  Hymn 

II.  Before  Sermon, 

III.  After  Sermon, 

IV.  Baptifm, 

V.  The  Lord's  Sapper, 

VI.  Conftitution  of  Churches, 

VII.  Ordination, 

VIII.  AfTociation  of  Churches, 
IX    Fads  and  Thankfgiving, 
X.   Funeral  Occafions, 
XL   Family  Worfhip, 
XII. For  Private  Ufe, 

Perfonal 


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167 

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197 

203 

204 

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220 

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235 

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260  —    t4J 

Or  uncommon  •*■ 

as  follow; 

1.  Twice  5  2c  1 1,  Win  wick,  81c.  260  — 

2.  Twice  6  &  4,  thrice  6  and  4, 

Whitefield, 

3.  Twice  6,  8.  &  4,  ditto, 

4.  Four  6,  St  twice  8,  Lenox,  Sec. 

5.  7  &  6,  7  3c  6,  8,  7  &  6,  Salifoury, 

6.  7  &  6,  do.  do.  Yorkfhire, 

7.  7  &  6,  7  &  6,  thrice  7  and  6,  Dartford,  -  -  282 

8.  Sevens,  Hotham,  Plymouth,  283  —  292 
5.  8;  &  twice  6,  Havant,  29  j  —   1  3 , 


— 

263 

— 

264 

265  — 

275 

277  — 

280 

281, 

34  + 

GENERAL  CONTENTS. 

10.  Twice  8,  &  6,  do.  Chatham,        295  —  297 

11.  Twice  8  &  6,  thrice  8  &  6,  298,  343 

12.  8  &  7,  ditto,  Welfti,  299  —  311 

13.  8  &  7,  8  &  7,  4  or  8,  or  12,  &  7, 

Helmfley,  312  —  316 

14.  8  &  7,  8  &  7,  twice  7,  317  —  318 
15. -Twice  8&7,  ditto,  319  —  320 

16.  Five  8  5c  7,  Trumpet,  —  321 

17.  Eights,  New  Jeiufalern,  322  —  327 

18.  Eights,  Luther,  328  —  330 

19.  Eights,  Greenfield,  331  —  333 

20.  Twice  10,  &  twice  11,  as  149  pf.   334  —  339 
2  1 .  Four  10,  3c  twice  1 1,  as  the  old  50,         —  340 

22.  Elevens,  —  341 

23.  Thrice  1 1  &  5,  Bunker-Hill,  —  342 

24.  Twice  8  &  6,  thrice  8  and  6,  —  343 


SELECTION 

OF 

P  S  A  L  M  S  and  H  Y  M  N  S5  kc, 

1.     Common  Metre.     J. 
Invoking  the  Spirit. 

NOW  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire, 
Defcending  from  above, 
His  waiting  family  infpire 

With  joy,  and  peace,  and  love  ! 

Thee  we  the  Comforter  ccnfefs  7 
Uniefs  thoirrt  prefent  here, 

Our  fongs  of  praife  are  vain  addrefs, 
We  utter  heartlefs  pray'r. 

Wake,  heavenly  Wind,  arife,  and  come, 
Blow  on  the  drooping  field  ; 

Our  fpices  then  {hall  breathe  pcrfar 
And  fragrant  incenfe  yield. 

Touch  with  a  living  coal  the  lip 
That  iliall  proclaim  thy  word  ; 

And  bid  each  awful  hearer  keep 
Attention  to  the  Lord. 


AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

2.     Common  Metre.     J. 
AdJrcfs  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 

j  NCE  more  we  come  before  ourGod, 
Once  more  his  bleffing  alk ; 
O  may  not  duty  feem  a  load  ; 
Nor  worfhip  prove  a  talk  ! 

2  Father,  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  fend 

From  heav'n  in  Jesu's  name, 
To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  fouls  in  frame. 

3  To  feek  thee  all  our  hearts  difpofe  ; 

To  each  thy  bl  effing  fuit ; 
And  let  the  (eed  thy  fervant  fows 
Produce  a  plenteous  fruit* 

4  Bid  the  refrefhing  north-wind  'wake; 

Say  to  the  fouth-wind,  blow  ; 
Let  ev'ry  plant  thy  pow'r  partake, 
And  ail  the  garden  grow. 

5  Revive  the parch'd  withhcav'niy  fhow'rs, 

The  cold  with  warmth  divine , 
2\nd  as  the  benefit  is  ours, 
Be  all  the  glory  thine. 


L 


PUBLIC    WORSIIIF, 

Common  Meire.      (Pf.  5.)     A. 
For  the  Lord's  Day  Morn'wg. 


ORDJn  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear 


My  voice  afcending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direcl  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrifl  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fon2:s  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 

The  wicked  (hall  not  (land  ; 

Sinners  fhall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refer:, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  woriliip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feci: 

In  ways  of  righceoufnefs  I 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  fhaighr, 
And  plain  before  my  f. 


AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

4.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  S9.)     A. 
Reverential  JVorJhip. 

TTTTITH  rev*rence  let  thefaints  appear 

*  ^     And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

Kow  terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fliine ! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  that  vies  with  thee? 

Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

The  northern  pole  and  fouthern  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand, 
Darkneis  and  day  from  eaft  to  weft 

Move  round  at  thy  command. 

Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul, 
And  rule  the  boiil'rous  deep  ; 

Thou  mak'Tt  the  fleeping  billows  roll;, 
The  rolling  billows  fleep. 

Heav'n,  earth  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine. 
And  the  dark  world  of  hell : 

How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  fliirc 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel ! 


I 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  5 

5.     Common  Metre.    Steele.     A. 
Invitation: 

THE  Saviour  calls, — let  ev'ry  ear 
Attend  the  heav'nly  found  ; 
Ye  doubting  fouls,  difmifs  your  fear, 
Hope  fmiles  reviving  round. 

i  For  ev'ry  thirfty,  longing  heart, 
Here  dreams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  blifs  impart, 
To  banifh  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  fprings  of  facred  joys  arife, 

To  eafe  your  ev'ry  pain, 
(Immortal  fountain  !  full  fupplies  !) 
Nor  (hall  you  third  in  vain. 

4  Ye  finners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice  ; 

The  gracious  call  obey ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys, 
And  can  you  yet  delay? 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  relu&ant  hearts, 

To  thee  let  finners  fly, 
And  take  the  blifs  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 


AT  THE  OPENING  QT 


6.     Common  Metre.     A. 
Triumphs  of  Grace., 

FOR  a  thoufand  tongues  to  ling 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praife  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fear%v 
That  bids  our  forrow  ceafc  -y 
'Tis  mufic  in  the  finner's  ears, 
JTis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

5  lie  breaks  the  pow'r  of  cancel'd  fin, 
lie  fets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  fouled  cleanr 
His  blood  avail'd  for  mc. 

4  He  fpeaks,  and  lifTning  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  heart  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

5  Hear  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praife  ye  dumb. 

Your  loofencd  tongues  employ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come* 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP*  7 

V.     Common  Metre.     A. 
Book  of  God's  Word  and  Nature. 

t   rT~1HOU  only  fource  of  true  delight, 
-A-    Whom  I  unfeen  adore  ! 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  fight 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  mines ; 

But  in  thy  facred  word 
I  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  fins  and  forrows  rife, 
Thy  love  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope 
My  fainting  heart  fupplies. 

4  But  ah !  too  foon  the  pleafing  fcene 

Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain  ; 
My  gloomy  fears  rife  dark  between, 
And  I  again  complain. 

£  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  Life,* my  Light, 
O  come  with  blifsful  ray  ; 
Break  radiant  thro'  the  fhades  of  night, 
And  chafe  my  fears  away. 

a  4 


h  AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

S.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A, 
God  glorified  in  the  GofpeL 

i   HP  HE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 
-*-    Invites  his  children  near  ; 

While  pow'r,and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  thy  gofpel's  wondrous  frame, 

Frefh  wifdom  we.purfue  ; 
And  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines, 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 
Wifdom  thro'  all  the  myfi'ry  fliines, 
And  {nines  in  Jefu's  face. 

4  The  law  its  bell  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
And  thy  revenging  juftice  (hows 
Its  honours  in  his  blood. 

5  But  {till  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighten1  rays3 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  9 

S.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  J. 
ptmfi  to  God  for  Creation  and  Redemption, 

r   J    ET  them  negtea  thy  glory,  Lord, 
'   JLi   Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  fongs  (hall  dill  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praite. 
4  We  raife  cur  fliouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  ; 
All  glory  to  th'  United  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 
,  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  Ins  name) 
That  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
'tis  he  reftores  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 
a  Hofanna !  let  the  earth  and  fkies 
Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills  and  vales,  repeat  tne  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 
10.     Common  Metre.     Ripporrs  Coll.    J. 
Heavenly  Worfbip. 

i    "P  REQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns 
'   JC    To  ihed  its  quick'ning  beams ; 
And  yet  how  (low  devotion  burns . 
How  languid  are  its  names ! 
a  5 


IO  AT   THE  OPENING  OF 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 

We  would  be  like  thy  faints  above, 

And  praife  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increafe,  O  Lord  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  afcend, 
Where  the  affembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  fnall  end. 

4  Where  we  (hall  breathe  in  heavenly  air 

With  heavenly  luflre  fhine  ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feaft  on  love  divine. 

5  Wcf  nWf'  Jn  high  feraphic  ftrains> 

ohall  all  our  powers  employ, 

Delighted  range  th'  etherial  plains, 
And  take  our  fill  of  joy. 

H.     Long  Metre.     Beddome.     J. 
Holy  Boldnefs. 

i    C  PRINKLED  with  reconciling  blood* 
^  I  dare  approach  thy  throne,  O  God,. 
I  hy  face  no  frowning  afpeft  wears, 
Thy  hand  no  vengeful  thunder  bears ! 

i  Th'  encircling  rainbow,  peaceful  fign? 
Bo\a  with  refulgent  brightnefs  fhine  ^ 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  II 

And  while  my  faith  beholds  it  near, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear. 

3  Let  me  my  grateful  homage  pay. 
With  courage  fmg,  with  fervor  pray  ; 
And  tho*  myfelf  a  wretch  undone, 
Hope  for  acceptance  thro'  thy  fon. 

4  Thy  fon,  who  on  th'  accurfed  tree, 
Expir'd  to  fet  the  vileft  free  ; 

On  this  I  build  my  only  ch.im, 
And  all  I  aik  is  in  his  name. 

12.     Long  Metre.      (?[.  GS-)     J. 
Put  lie  Prayer  and  Praife. 

3   HP  HE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 
-*-  MyGod;  &  praife  becomes  ihyhoufe 
There  mall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

i  O  thou,  whofe  mercies  bend  the  fkies, 
To  fave,   when  humble  iinners  pray, 
All  lands  to  thee  (hall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  iflands  of  the  northern  fea. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 
But  grace  {hall  purge  away  their  (lain, 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  walh  my  garments  white  again. 


IG  AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou  malt  chufe 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 

1 S.     Long  Metre.     Stennett.    J. 
The  Sabbath. 

1  A  NOTHER  fix  days  work  is  done, 
■^"^-   An 6 1 her  fabbath  is  begun  ; 
Return  my  foul,  enjoy  thy  reft, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blefs'd. 

2  Come  blefs  the  Lord,  wbofe  love  afTigns, 
So  fweet  a  reft  to  wearied  minds ; 
Provides  an  antepaft  of  heaven, 

And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  feven. 

3  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  might  rife 
As  grateful  incenfe  to  the  fkies, 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  fweet  repofe 
Which  none,  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breaft, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  reft, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains 
The  end  of  cares  the  end  of  pains. 

5  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  view 
In  various  fcenes  both  old  and  new; 


TUBLIC   WORSHIP.  Ij 

With  praife,  we  think  on  mercies  pad, 
With  hope,  we  future  pleafures  tafte. 

6  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleafures  pafs  away  ; 
How  fvveet,  a  fabbath  thus  to  fpend? 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  fhail  end  1. 

14.     Long  Metre.     Cowper.     A* 
On  Prayer. 

\  *X"KT  II AT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
▼  *    In  coming  to  a  mercy-feat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r 
But  wiflies  to  be  often  there. 

2  Pray'r  makes  the  darker/d  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climes  the  ladder  Jacob  faw, 
Gives  exercife  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  bieihng  from  above. 

3  Reftraifling  prayer,  we  ceafe  to  fight, 
Pray'rtnakesthcChriftian's  armor  bright  5 

And  fatan  trembles,  when  he  fees 
The  weakeft  faint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moles  flood  with  arms  fpread  wide 
Succefs  was  found  on  Ifrael's  Cidt ; 

But  when  thro'  wearinefs  they  fail'd, 
t  moment  Anialek  prevail'd. 


14  AT   THE   OPENING   OF 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  ah,  think  again, 
"Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  fad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

15.     Long  Metre.     (Pf.  103.)     A. 

Blefling  God. 

1  T>  LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 
•U   Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove 
Let  all  tne  pow'rs  within  me  join, (abroad 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

2  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favours  claim  thy  higheft  praife  ; 
Whyfliould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought- 
Be  loft  in  filence,  and  forgot  ? 

3  "Lis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done; 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years; 
He  fatisfies  our  mouths  with  good, 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food. 

5  Let  the  whole  .earth  his  power  confefs, 
Let  the  wh  rih  adore  his  grace, 


PUELIC   WORSHIT.  I5 

The  Gentile  witli  the  Jeiv  fhall  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

1 G.     Long  Metre.     Rippon.  Coll.     A. 
Loving-linclnefs  of  God. 

i    A  WAKE,  my  foul,  in  joyful  lays, 
•^"^-Andfing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praife; 
He  juftly  c^jms  a  fong  from  me, 
His  loving-kindnefs  O  how  free  ! 

1  He  faw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithflanding  all; 
He  fav'd  me  from  my  loft  eflfate. 
His  loving-kindnefs  O  how  ^reat  [ 

3  Often  I  feel  my  finful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart  \ 
But  tho'  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindnefs  changes  not. 

4  Soon  fliall  I  pafs  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  muff:  fail  ; 
O  !  may  my  laft  expiring  breath, 
His  loving-kindnefs  fing  in  death  ! 

5  Then  let  me  mount  and  foar  away, 
To  the  bright  worlds  of  endlefs  day, 
And  fing  with  rapture  and  furprife, 
gis  loving-kindnefs  in  the  ikies. 


l6  AT  THE  OPENING   OF 

If.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 
Invitation  of  Chrijl. 

3    cc  f~^  OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
^-/  "  Ye  heavy  laden  finners  come  ; 
c'  I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
"  And  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

i  <c  They  mall  find  reft  that  learn  of  me; 
"  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  \ 
"  But  paffion  rages  like  the  fea, 
4C  And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  moulders  taks 
"  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight , 
cc  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 

"  My  grace  mall  make  the  burden  light.' ' 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
With  faith  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal 
Refign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  by  thy  will. 

18.     LoRg  Metre,     Beddome.     A. 
Craving  the  Spirit. 

i  JP1  OME  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove, 
^!  With  light  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  ftep  prefide. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  17 

2  Conduft  us  fafe,  conducl  us  far, 

F rom  every  fin  and  hurtful  fnare  ;  ^ 
Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  mud  give, 
And  teach  us  leffons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  difplay, 

J   And  make  us  know  and  chufe  thy  way ; 
Plant  holv  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holinefs,  the  road 

That  we  rauil  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Chrift  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  paftures  ftray. 
-  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  reft, 
^   In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blefs'd ; 

Lead  us  to  Heaven,  the  feat  of  bills, 
Where  pleafure  in  perfection  is. 


19.     Long  Metre.     A. 


Exharting  to  Worjhip 


B: 


EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
>   Ye  nations  bow  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
lie  can  create  and  he  dqftroy* 
His  ibv'reipn  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  dav,  avid  fom'cl  us  pen, 


*8  AT   THE   OPENING   01 

And  when  like  wand'ring  fheep  we ftray'd 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move, 

20.     Long  Metre.     (Pfalm  ioo.)     J. 
Pra'fi  to  our  Creator, 

i  VE  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
•*•  Before  theLord,  your  fov'reign  King* 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fmg.. 

g  The  Lord  is  God ;  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 
The  iheep  that  on  his  pailures  live, 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours'thert. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  19 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  -9 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  lure  : 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  (hall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 


11.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.  J. 
Delight  in  Public  Worjbtp. 

WELCOME  fweet  day  of  reft 
That  law  the  Lord  arife  -y 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  bread, 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes ! 

The  King  himfelf  comes  near, 
And  feails  his  faints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  fit,  and  fee  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 

One  day  amidft  the  place 
Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pieafurable  fin. 

My  willing  foul  would  ftay 
In  fuch  a  frame  as  this, 
And  fit  and  fing  hcrfelf  away 
To  everlafting  bills. 


»  AT  THE   OPENING  OF 

22.     Short  Metre.     Hart.     A, 
Invoicing  the  Spirit. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come. 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arile  ; 
Difpe!  the  darknefs  from  our  minds, 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 

Cheer  our  defponding  hearts, 
Thou  heav'nly  Paraclete, 
Give  us  to  lie,  with  humble  hope, 
At  our  Redeemer's  feet. 

Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breafts  the  flames 
Of  never  dying  love. 

Convince  us  of  our  fm, 
Then  lead  to  Jesu's  blood  ; 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  fecret  love  of  God. 

Shew  us  that  loving  Man, 
That  rules  the  courts  of  blifs, 
The  Lord  of  hods,  the  mighty  God^ 
Th'  eternal  Prince  of  Peace. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  21 

iJ5.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     /I. 
Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

[_r^ OME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
V*-    And  let  our  joys -be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 

The  forrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banihVd  from  the  place : 
Religion  never  was  defign'd 
To  make  our  pleafures  lefs.] 

Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing, 
That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  fav'rires  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

This  heav'nly  King  is  ours, 
Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 
He  (hall  fend  down  h'  .  heav'nly  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above. 

There  (hall  we  fee  his  face, 
And  never,  never  fin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace. 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

8  3 


1%  AT  THE  OPENING  OF 

24.     Short  Metre.     (Pf.  95.)     A. 
Exhortation  to  Praife. 

I        f~^  OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
V*'    And  hymns  of  glory  fing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  King. 

a       He  form'd  tlie  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  feas  their  bound ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own : 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 

We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  J 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  But  if  your  ears  refufe 
The  language  of  his  grace, 

And  hearts  grow^'hard,  like  ftubbom  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race  5 

t;       The  Lord  in  vengeance  dreft 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
Shall  have  no  portion  there. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  2?} 

25.      Short  Metre.      A. 
Heavenly  Praife. 

SALVATION  to  our  God, 
Who  iitteth  on  the  throne  ; 
Thankfgiving  to  the  Holy  Gholt, 
And  to  the  Lamb,  the  Son. 

All  glory,  praife,  and  pow  'r, 
To  God  be  ever  given, 
By  every  Angel  round  the  throne 
And  all  the  hofls  of  heaven. 

Great  are  thy  wondrous  works  ! 
Moft  juR  and  true  thy  ways  ; 
Lord  God  Almighty,  King  of  faints. 
High  in  eternal  praife. 

Who  fhall  not  fear  thy  might  ? 
By  every  pow'r  ador'd  ; 
All  nations  fliall  before  thee  kneel, 
And  gladly  call  thee  Lord. 

26.    Common  Metre.      Lyic  Poems.  J, 
A  Song  to  Creating  Wifdom. 

ETERNAL  Wisdom  thee  we  praife, 
Thxe  the  creation  fings  ; 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills  &  feas 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

B3 


24  BEFORE   SERMON. 

2  Thy  hand  how  wide  it  fpreads  the  iky! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Ting'd  with  a  blue  and  heavenly  dye. 
And  ftarr'd  with  fparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  flrike  the  gazing  fight, 
Thro'  ikies,  and  Teas,  and  folid  ground 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  iirength  and  equal  ikill, 

Shine  thro'  the  worlds  abroad, 
Our  fouls  with  vafl  amazement  fill, 
And  fpeak  the  builder  God. 

5  But  the  fweet  beauties  of  thy  grace 

Our  fofter  pailions  move ; 
Pity  divine  in  JESU'S  face 
We  fee,  adore,  and  love. 

27.      Common  Metre.     Steele.     J. 
Creation  and  Providence, 

i    T    ORD  when  our  raptur'd  thought 
-*-i    Creation's  beauties  o'er,    (iurvc)  s 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praife. 
And  bid  our  fouls  adore. 

£  Where'er  we  turn  our  gazing  eyes, 
Thy  radiant  footfteps  fliine ; 


BEFORE   SERMON.  25 

Ten  thoufand  pleating  wonders  rife, 
And  fpeak  their  fource  divine. 

3  The  living  tribes  of  countlefs  forms, 

In  earth  and  fea  and  air, 
The  meaneft  flies,  the  fmalleft  v/orms, 
Almighty  power  declare. 

4  Thy  wifdom,  pow'r  and  goodnefs  Lord, 

In  all  thy  works  appear ; 
And  Oh  !  let  man  thy  praife  record, 
Man,  thy  diftinguifh'd  care. 

5  Thy  pi  evidence  his  conftant  guard, 

When  threatening  woes  impend, 
Or  will  the  impending  dangers  ward 
Or  timely  fuccours  lend. 

6  On  us  that  providence  has  llione, 

With  gentle  failing  rays, 
O,  may  our  lips  and  lives  make  known 
Thy  goodnefs  and  thy  praife. 

28.      Common  Metre.     Steele.     J. 
The  Excellency  of  the  Scnplure. 

i    T^ATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
J-    What  endlefs  glory  fhincs ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  thefe  celeftial  lines. 

b  4 


a5  BEFORE   SERMON. 

2  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows^ 

And  yields  a  free  repair.  ; 
Sublimer  fweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  tafte. 

3  Here  fprings  of  confolation  rife, 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind  ; 

And  thirfty  fouls  receive  fupplies, 

And  fweet  refrefhment  find. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everlafting  joys 
Attend  the  blifsful  found. 

5  O  may  thefe  heav'nly  pages  be. 

My  ever  dear  delight, 
And  dill  new  beauties  may  I  fee, 
And  dill  increafing  light. 

6  Divine  inftru&or,  gracious  Lord! 

Be  thou  for  ever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  facred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


o 


29.     Common  Metre.       J. 
For  a  clean  Heart, 

FOR  an  heart  to  love  my  God! 
An  heart  from  fin  fet  free ; 


BEFORE   SERMON.  27 

An  Heart  that  always  feels  the  blood 
So  freely  (lied  for  me  ! 

a  An  heart  refign'd,  fuhmiflive,  meek, 
My  dtar  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Chriil  is  heard  to  fpeak, 
Where  jelus  reigns  alone. 

*  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4.  An  heart  in  every  thought  renewed 
And  fill'd  with  love  divine  : 
Perfect  and  right  and  pure  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  tender  heart  is  ft  ill  the  fame, 

And  melts  at  human  woe  ; 
Send  down  thy  grare,   O  blefTed  Lamb, 
That  1  thy  love  may  know. 

6  Thy  holy  nature,  Lord!  impart; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new  belt  name  of  love. 


ts 


23  BEFORE   SERMON. 

SO.     Common  Metre.     Steele.     J. 
The  Joys  of  Heaven. 

i    |^OME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  Ian- 
^^      guid  heart, 
Infpire  each  lifelefs  tongue ; 

And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influ'nce  to  our  fong. 

G  Then  to  the  fhining  feats  of  blifs 
The  wings  of  faith  {hall  foar, 
And  all  the  charms  of  paradife 
Our  raptur'd  thoughts  explore. 

3  Pleafures  unfully'd  flourifh  there, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  time  ; 
Not  blooming  Eden  fmil'd  fo  fair 
In  all  her  flow'ry  prime. 

4  Sorrow  and  pain,  and  ev'ry  care 

And  difcord  there  fhall  ceafe  ; 
And  perfect  joy  and  love  fmcere 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

5  The  foul,  from  fin  for  ever  free, 

Shall  mourn  its  pow'r  no  more ; 
But  cloth'd  in  fpotlefs  purity, 
Redeeming  love  adore. 


BEFORE   SERMON.  7.$ 

€  There  fhall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Join  in  immortal  fongs ; 
And  endlefs  honours  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

1  Lor  d,  tune  our  hearts  to  praife  and  love. 

Our  feeble  notes  infpire  ; 

Till  in  thy  blifsful  courts  above 

We  join  th'  angelic  choir. 

31.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.  J. 

Breathing  after  the  holy  Spirit. 

i    C*  OME,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
^■^    With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Kindle  aflame  of  facred  love 
In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys : 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongj, 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife  ; 
Hofannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  fliall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 


30  BEFORE   SERMON. 

Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great ! 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 
Come  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  ihall  kindle  ours. 


j 


32.  Common  Metre.    Dr.  Gibbons.    J. 
The  Go/pel  worthy  of  all  acceptance* 

ESUS  the  eternal  Son  of  God, 


Whom  feraphim  obey, 
The  bofom  of  the  Father  leaves. 
And  enters  human  clay. 

Into  our  finful  world  he  comes 
The  MefTenger  of  grace, 

And  on  the  bloody  tree  expires 
A  victim  in  our  place. 

TranfgreiTors  of  the  deeped:  (lain 

In  him  falvation  find  ; 
His  blood  removes  the  fouled  guilt, 

His  fpirit  heals  the  mind. 

Our  Jefus  faves  from  fin  and  hell, 
His  words  are  true  and  fure, 

And  en  this  rock  our  faith  may  fefl 
Immoveablv  fecure. 


BEFORE   SERMON.  J| 

5  O  let  thefe  Tidings  be  receiv'd, 

With  univerfdl  joy, 
And  let  the  high  angelic  praife, 
Our  tuneful  pow'rs  employ. 

6  "  Glory  to  God,  who  gave  his  Son" 

To  bear  our  fhame  and  pain, 
Hence  peace  on  earth  and  grace  to  men 
In  cndlefs  Weffings  reign. 

S3.    Common  Metre.     (Pf.  145.)  J. 

*  The  goodnefs  cf  God. 

i    CWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
^    My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  ! 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  fing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  goodnefs  to  the  fides ; 
Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs fhines 
And  every  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  them  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord3 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves ! 


3*  BEFORE  SERMON, 

>j 

But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word, 
To  cheer  the  foul  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 
Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  : 
May  we,  who  tafle  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

34.    Common  Metre.    Lyric  Poems.     A, 
Looking  upward. 

I    "C1  ARTH  has  detain'd  me    prifoner 
-*-J    And  I'm  grown  weary  now,  (long 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue 
There's  nothing  here  for  you. 

i  Lord  in  my  thoughts  I  ftretch  me  down 
And  upwards  glance  mine  eyes, 
Upward  (my  Father)  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  ikies. 

3  There  the  dear  Man  my  Saviour  fits, 

The  God,  how  bright  he  fhines ! 
And  fcatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

4  Seraphs  with  elevated  drains 

Circle  the  throne  around, 
And  move  and  charm  the  ftarry  plains 
With  an.  immortal  found. 


BEFORE   SERMON.  35 

5  Jesus  the  Lord  their  harps  employs, 
Jesus  my  love  they  fing  ; 
Jesus,  the  name  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  fweet  from  every  firing. 

35.     Common  Metre.      (Pf.  116.)     A, 
Thanifulnefs  for  mercies. 

I   TXf  HAT  (hall  I  render  to  my  God 
*  *      For  all  his  kindneis  mown  ? 
My  fee  (hall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

A  .Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfc, 
My  ofPrings  (hail  be  paid  ; 
There  (hall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

3  Ko'v  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
Thou  ever  bleffed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  feryants  in  thy  fight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

I  Plow  happy  ail  thy  fervants  are  ! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
Nor  fliall  fhy  purpofe  move  : 


34  BEFORE  SERMON. 

Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

*6.    Common  Metre.     (Pf-  69.)     A. 
Obedience  end  Death  of  Chrijl. 

1  ."Cather,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
-*-     I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name  ; 

He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  fmners  fharne. 

2  Hi's  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfill'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finiuYd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 

Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goats  or  bullocks  blood. 

4  This  fhall  his  humble  follow'n  fee, 

And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
They,  by  his  death,  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  ever  blefl. 

£  Let  heav'n,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high, 
To  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  feas  aiTift  the  fky, 
And  join  t'  advance  the  praifc. 


BEFORE  SERMON.  35 

3^.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  84.)     A. 
God's  prefence  in  his  Houfe. 

MY  foul  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  reforts ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  flues 

His  faving  pow'r  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 

With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 

While  Chrift  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

There,  mighty  God,  thy  works  declare 

The  fecrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  ft i  11  we  feek  thy  mercy  there, 

And  fing  thy  praifes  (till. 

'36,    Common  Metre.    Eeddome.     A, 
Fear  net. 

"VTE  trembling  fouls  difmifs  your  fears, 
-*■     Be  mercy  all  your  theme  \ 
Mercy  which  like  a  river  flows, 
in  one  continued  dream. 


j(>  BEFORE    SERMON". 

2  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell, 

God  will  thefe  powers  reftrain  ; 
His  mighty  arm  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good, 

He  will  for  his  provide  ; 
Grant  them  fupplies  of  daily  food, 
And  give  them  heaven  befide. 

4  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forfake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  j 
He's  faithful  to  his  promifes, 
And  faithful  to  his  fon. 

5  You  in  his  wifdom,  power  and  grace, 

May  confidently  truft ; 
His  wifdom  guides,  his  power  prote&s, 
His  grace  rewards  the  juft. 

39.     Common  Metre.    Dr.   Stennett.    J. 
The  glorious  Go/pel,  I  Tim.  i.:  II. 

WHAT  Wifdom,  Majefty  and  grace 
^  Thro'  all  the  Gofpel  mine ! 
Th  God  that  fpeaks,  and  we  confefs 
The  Docftrine  mod  divine. 
2  Down  from  his  ftarry  Throne  on  high, 
Th'  Almighty  Saviour  comes  : 


BEFORE    SERMOK.  37' 

Lays  his  bright  robe  of  glory  by, 

And  feeble  flefti  affumes. 
The  mighty  debt  that  finners  ow'd, 

Upon  the  crois  he  pays : 
Then  thro'  the  clouds  afcends  to  God, 

'Midft  iliouts  of  lofty  praife. 
There  he  our  great  high  pried  appears 

Before  his  father's  throne  ; 
Mingles  his  merits  with  our  tears, 

And  pours  falvation  down. 
Great  God,  with  reverence  we  adore 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  grace  ; 
And  on  thy  faithfulnefs  and  power 

Our  firm  dependance  place. 

40.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  8.)     J, 
Condtfccvjlcn  cj  God. 

OLORD,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous 
Is  thine  exalted  name!  (great, 

The  gkuies  of  thy  heav'nly  ft  ate      ... 

Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 
When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night,  - 
And  ftars  that  well  adorn  the  iky,  \ 

Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light : 
c 


38  BEFORE    SfeRMON. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  rate, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  fliould'ft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  fhould  bear, 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

5  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  Hate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

41.    Long  Metre.     (Pf.  63)     J. 
-     Longing  after  God. 

i  jO  Reat  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim; 
^-^  Be  thou  my  joy,  my  hope,  my  reft; 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name, 
Stand  ail  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

3  "Thou  gfeat  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 
Be  thou  my  father  and  my  God  ; 
And  make  me  thine  by  facred  ties, 
Thy  fen,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart  and  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look ; 


BEFORE  SERMON.  39 

As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 
O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  (hall  be  all  my  long  ; 
And  all  my  powers  (hall  join  to  bids, 
The  Lord  my  ftrcngth  and  righteoufneft, 

42.     Long  Metre.      (I*  f*C-)  7' 
C nation  and  Redemption. 

GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways, 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  long. 
l  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown : 
His  mercies  ever  (hall  endure, 
When  lords  &  kings  are  known  no  more. 
q  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  Iky, 
And  fix'd  the  Marry  lights  on^high  : 
Wonders  of  grace'  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Aong. 
A  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light ; 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night ; 
His  mercies  ever  (hall  endure, 
When  fun,  and  moon,  (hall  be  no  more- 
c  2 


4°  BEFORE   SERMON, 

5  He  lent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave. 
trom  gu,it   and  darknefs,  and  the  grave, 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Kepeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong 

6  2225  thlS  "t  rrld  he  SUi'des  om 
And  leads  us  to  fm  heav'nly  feat :  (feet 

H>s  merges  ever  lhall  endure,     'C       ' 
When  th.svain  world  mall  be  no  more. 

43.     Long  Metre.     Lyric  Poetas.     J. 
God  exalted  afove  all  Praife. 

1  E  T|RNALP™er,  whofe  high  abode 
7^  Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God 
Infimte  length,  beyond  the  bounds      ' 
Where  liars  revolve  their  little  rounds.     ' 

2  1  he  lowed  itep  above  thy  feat, 
iv.fes  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet  • 
In  vam  the  tall  arch-angel  tries     ' 

1  o  reach  theheight  with  wond'ringeyes, 

3  Lord,  what  flaall  earth  and  alhes  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too  • 
Prom  lin  and  dull  to  thee  we  crr. 
The  great,  the  holy,  and  the  high. 

4  Earth  from  afar,  has  heard  thy  fame 
And  worms  have  karat  to  lifp  thy  name; 


BEFORE   SERMON.  4l 

But  O,  the  glories  of  thy  mini, 
Leave  all  our  fearing  thoughts  behind. 
God  is  in  heaven,  but  men  below  ; 
Be  (hort  our  tunes,  our  words  be  few, 
A  facred  rev'rence  checks  our  fongs, 
And  praife  fits  filent  on  our  tongues. 

41.     Long  Metre.     Rippon's  ColL      J. 
Spirituality  of  God. 

THOU  art,  O  God  !  a  Spirit  pure, 
Invifible  to  mortal  eyes  ; 
Th'  immortal,  and  the  eternal  King, 
The  great,  the  good,  the  only  wife. 
Whilft  nature  changes,  and  her  works 
Corrupt,  decay,  diffolve  and^die, 
Thy  effence  pure  no  change  -(hall  fee, 
Secure  of  immortality. 
\  Thou  great  invifible  !  what  hand 
>  Can  draw  thy  irnage  fpotlefs  fair  ? 
To  what  in  heaven,  to  what  on  earth, 
Can  men  th'  immortal  King  compare  ? 
i  Let  ftqpid  heathens  frame  their  gods 
Of  gold  and  filver,  wood  and  (lone  ; 
Ours  is  the  God  that  made  the  heaven 
Jehovah  he,  and  God  alone. 
c  3 


42  BEFORE  SERMON. 

5   My  foul,  thy  pureft  homage  pay, 
in  truth  and  Spirit  him  adore, 
More  {hall  this  pleafe  than  facnfice, 
Than  outward  forms  delight  him  more. 

45.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Doddridge.    J. 
Immutability  of  God. 

i  |0  RE  AT  former  of  this  various  frame, 
~*  Our  fouls  adore  thine  awful  name; 
And  how  and  tremble,  while  they  praife 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  with  unfurpris'd  furvey, 
Saw'it  nature  rifing  yeflerday  ; 

And  as  to-morrow,  {hall  thine  eye 
See  earth  and  (tars  in  ruin  lie. 

3  Bryond  an  angel's  vifion  bright, 
Thou  dweirft  in  felf-exiftent  light, 
Which  fhmes  with  undiminifh'd  ray, 
While  funs  and  worlds  in  fmoke  decay. 

4  Our  days  a  tranfient  period  run, 
And  change  with  ev'ry  circling  fun, 
And  in  the  firmed  ftate  we  boail, 

A  moth  can  crufh  us  into  duff. 

5  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around  ; 
Let  death  coafign  us  to  the  ground: 


BEFORE  SERMON)  43 

Let  the  lad  general  flame  arifc, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  flues : 

Calm  as  a  fum  trier's  occean,  we 
Can  ail  the  wreck  of  nature  fee, 
While  grace  fecures  us  an  abode, 
Unfhaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 

46.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Doddridge.    Ji 
The  go/pel  Jubilee.  (Pf.  Ixxxv.  15.) 

OUD  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  found 
-*— i  And  fpread  the  joyful  tidings  round ; 
Let  every  foul  with  tranfport  hear* 
And  hail  the  Lord's  accepted  year. 

Ye  debtors,  whom  he  gives  to  know* 
That  you  ten  thoufand  talents  owe, 
When  humble  at  his  feet  you  fall, 
Your  gracious  God  forgives  them  all. 

Slaves,  that  have  borne  the  heavy  Chain 

Of  fin  and  hell's  tyrannic  reign, 

To  liberty  afTert  your  claim, 

And  urge  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

The  rich  inheritance  of  heaven, 
Your  joy,  and  boafl,  is  freely  given ; 
Fair  Salern  your  arrival  waits, 
With  golden  ftreets  and  pearly  gates. 

G  4 


44  BEFORE  SERMON. 

5  Her  biefs'd  inhabitants  no  more, 
Bondage  and  poverty  deplore  ; 

No  debt,  but  love  immenfely  great, 
Their  joy  (till  rifes  with  their  debt. 

6  O  happy  fouls  that  know  the  found ! 
Celeflial  light  their  fteps  furround, 
And  fhevv  that  Jubilee  begun, 
Which  thro'  eternal  years  fhall  run. 

47.      Long  Metre.     J. 
The  Lord  is  GocL 

1  T"\OES  it  not  grief  and  wonrler  move 
-M  To  think  of  Ifrael's  dreadful  fall, 
Who  needed  miracles  to  prove 
Whether  the  Lord  were  God  or  Baal. 

2  Methinks  I  fee  Elijah  (land, 

His  features  glow  with  love  and  ze?.l ; 
In  faith  and  prayer  he  lifts  his  hand* 
And  makes  to  heav'n  his  great  appeal. 

3  "  O  God  !  if  I  thy  fervant  am, 
If 'tis  thy  melTage  fills  my  heart ; 
Now  glorify  thy  holy  name : 

And  fhew  this  people  who  thou  art." 

4  He  fpoke,  and  lo  !  a  fudden  flame, 
Confum'd  the  wood,  the  dud,  the  Hone; 


Thepccpfeftrnck,  at  once  proclaim,    ' 
%  The  Lord  is  God,  the  Lord  alone. 
Like  him  we  mourn  an  awful  day, 
When  more  for  Baal  than  God  appear  ; 
Like  him,  believers,  let  us  pray, 
And  may  the  God  of  Ifraelhear. 
Lou  d  !  if  thy  fervant  fpeaks  thy  truth, 
If  he  indeed  'is  fen t  by  thee; 
Confirm  the  word  to  all  our  youth, 
And  let  them  thy  (kivation  fee. 
Now  may  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire, 
Pierce  ev'ry  heart  that  hears  thy  wora  ; 
fconfume  each  hurtful  vain  defire, 
And  make  them  know  thou  art  the  Lord. 

43.      Lorg  Metre.      (Pf.  '9")      % 
Tot  Booh  of  Nature  and  off  be  Scriphre. 

r    npHE  heav'nsdeclare  thyglcry,  Lord, 
1     Iri  every  ffar  thy  wifdom  ftiines ; 
£ut  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  hues. 
i    The  rolling  &n.  the  changing  light, 
"  jtoii  nights  and  days  thy  power  comes; 
L    But  the  bfed  volume  thou  halt  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace, 
c  K 


'4-6  BEFORE    SERMON. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  ftars,  convey  thy  praif 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand 
So  when  thy  truth  begun  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  fhall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft, 

>ttm  ^l0U$\  thcworld  thy  truth  has  run 
lill  Chnft  has  all  the  nations  bleft, 
ihat  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  arife, 
Blcfi  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  lights 
Ihy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 

1  hy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right; 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
f  loals  renew'd  and  fins  forgiv'n  • 
i^ord  cleanfe  myiins,  my  foul  renew, 
An*  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'h. 

49.     Long  Metre.     (Pf.  36.)     jr. 
Providence  and  Grace. 

1   H1^?  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  \ 
Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  mines  i 
.  fhy  truth  fhall  break  thro'  ev'ry  cloud 
Inat  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

J  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  ftands, 
As  mountains  their  foundations  keeD  • ' 

x     2 


BEFORE    SERMON.  47 

Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beafi:  thy  bounty  fliarc; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all  my  hope  and  comfort  fprings! 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs. 

Fly  to  the  fhaccw  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 
We  (hall  be  fed  with  fweet  repafl ; 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  Salvation  to  our  taftc. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord} 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fhall  iee 
The  glories  premis'd  in  thy  word. 

50.     Long  Metre.     (Pf  45.)     A. 
Clr'Jl  and  h\s  Church, 

z    r  I    HE  king  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 
-*-  Adorn'd  with  majefly  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  bit  flings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 


48  Before  sermon. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold, 
The  queen  array'd  in  pured  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs, 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  Righteoufnefsi 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own  ; 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  : 
Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  (late. 

4  So  fhall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee,  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice ; 
Let  Him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  He's  thy  Maker,  and  thy  Lord. 

5  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve, 
The  condefcenfions  of  his  love. 

51.     Lcrtg  Metre.     (Pf.  68.)     A. 
AJcenfton  of  Chr'ijl. 

i  1      Ord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high, 
-*M  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  iky, 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  ftate. 

6  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there*' 


BEFORE    SERMON. 

While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captives  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

52.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A* 

1  QO  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
^5   The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  fhine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  mail  we  bed  proclaim  abroad, 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour-God  j 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  fubdues  the  power  of  fin. 

3  Our  fiefti  and  fenfe  mud  be  deny'd, 
Pafiion  and  envy,  luft  and  pride ; 
Whilft  jufticc,  temp'rance,  truth  &  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 


3'o  EEronE  sermon. 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blefTed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  (lands  leaning  on  his  word. 

53.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A, 
Devout  retirement, 

i    TJ1  AR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world, 
J^    be  gone, 

Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee  ; 
I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  defire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  foul  with  hcav'nly  love, 

3  O  hade,  but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  ; 
Bring  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine. 

4  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare ! 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafte  above 
ReJeeTiiriP;  ^race,  and  dving  love. 


BEFORE    SERMON*  5* 

Hail,  great  [mmanue!,  all  divine  1 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  fhine  ; 
Thou  brighteft,  fwectefti,  faired  one, 
That  eyes  have  Teen,  cr  angels  known. 

54.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 
Encouragement  to  wait  on  God. 

THUS  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord* 
"  Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  hears  my 
word  ; 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits.' ' 

"  The  foul  that  feeks  me  fhall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth,  and  heav'nly  gain  \ 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 
Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord, 

But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  mc> 
Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury  ; 
Fools  that  againft  my  grace  rebel, 
Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell.*' 

55.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  S.  Stennett.    J. 
God's  reafon'mg  with  men.      If.  i.  iS. 

COME,  finners,  faith  the  mighty  God, 
Heinous  as  all  your  crimes  have  been. 


5$  BEFORE  SERMON. 

Lo  !  I  defcend  from  mine  abode. 
To  reafon  with  the  fons  of  men. 

1  No  clouds  of  darknefs  veil  my  face, 
No  vengeful  lightnings  flafh  around  : 
I  come  with  terms  of  life  and  peace ; 
Where  fin  hath  reign'd,  let  grace  abound. 

3  Yes,  Lord,  we  will  obey  thy  call, 
And  to  thy  gracious  Sceptre  bow  ; 
O  make  our  crimfon  fins  like  wool, 
Our  fcarlet  fins  as  white  as  (how. 

4  So  (hall  our  thankful  lips  repeat 
Thy  praifes  with  a  tuneful  voice, 
While  humbly  proftrate  at  thy  feet, 
We  wonder,  tremble,  and  rejoice. 

56.     Long  Metre.     Doddridge.     A. 
A  joyful  Courfe. 

i     A  SSIST  us  Lo  r  d,  thy  name  to  praifc 
•*•*'  For  the  rich  gofpel  of  thy  grace  ; 
And,  that  our  hearts  may  love  it  more, 
Teach  them  to  feel  its  vital  power. 

2  With  joy  may  we  our  courfe  purfue,   . 
And  keep  the  crown  of  life  in  view  $ 
Tbac  crown  which  in  one  hour  repayi 
The  labour  of  ten  tboufand  days. 


BEFORE   SERMON.  53 

•  Should  bonds  or  death  obftruct  our  way, 
TJnmuv'd  their  terrors  we'll  furvey, 
And  the  lait  hour  improve  for  thee, 
The  lait  of  life,  or  liberty. 

4  Welcome  thofe  bonds,  which  may  unite 
Our  fouls  to  their  fupreme  delight  ! 
Welcome  that  death,  whofe  painful  ftrifc 
Bears  us  to  Christ  our  better  life! 

57.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  119.)     A. 
B  cath'ing  after  Hclinefs. 

1  /^that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
v-J   To  keep  his  ftatutes  (till ! 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace. 
To  know  and  do  his  will  ! 

2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes ; 

Let  no  corrupt  defigii, 
Nor  covetous  dei'ires  arrfe 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 


4  BEFORE   SERMON. 

Order  my  foatfteps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  lincere  5 

Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confcience  clear. 

Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 

Offend  againft  my  God. 

58.     Common  Metre.     J. 
Chrift  precious. 

JESUS,  1  love  thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  mufic  to  my  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  found  it  out  fo  loud, 
That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear, 

Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  foul. 
My  tranfport  and  my  truft  ; 

Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  Fold  is  fordid  dull. 

o 

AH  my  capacious  pow'rs  can  wiih 
In  thee  moll  richly  meet  ; 

Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  fo  dear, 
Nor  fnendibip  half  (o  fweeu, 


BEFORE    SERMON.  55 

a   O  may  thy  grace  Hill  cheer  my  heart, 
And  (lied  its  fragrance  there  ! 
The  nobleft  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 
c  Til  fpeak  the  honours  of  thy  name 
With  my  lad  lab'ring  breath  ; 
When  fpeechlefs  clafp  thee  in  mine  arms 
My  joy  in  life  and  death! 

59.     Short  Metre.     A. 
A  preached  Word. 

i     1^7ITH  heart  and  15ps  unfe:i2n'd> 

VV  We  praife  thee  for  thy  word  \ 
We  blefs  thee  for  the  joyful  news 
•    Of  our  redeeming  Lord. 

2  O  let  thy  prefent  voice, 
Accomplish  thy  dcfign, 

Diftil  on  all  our  thirfty  fouls, 
And  confecrate  us  thine. 

3  Water  thy  facred  feed, 
And  qive  it  great  increafe  ; 

Let  neither  fowls  nor  rocks  nor  thorns, 
Hinder  the  fruits  of  peace. 

4  Then  tho'  we  weeping  fow, 
Ani  tears  our  hearts  employ  \ 


5&  BEFORE    SERMON. 

We  know  we  fhall  return  again, 
And  bring  our  fheaves  with  joy, 

5       Our  lives  now  hid  with  Chrift, 
With  him  fhall  foon  appear  ; 
-And  we,  array'd  in  all  his  light, 
-Shall  meet  him  in  the  air. 


§0.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  Sg.)     J. 
A  blefed  GofpeL 

1  T\ L  E  s  T  are  the  fouIs  that  hear  &  know 
*M   The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ; 

Peace  fhall  attend  the  path  they  go, 

And  light  their  ftcps  furround. 

3  Their  joy  (hail  bear  their  fpirits  up 
Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  : 
His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  fatan  dares  condemn. 

3   The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength  and  falvation  gives : 
Jfrael,  thy  King  forever  reigns* 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives.   . 


AFTER    SERMON.  57 

fcl.     Common  Metre.     J- 
Grace. 

Ri  c  h  grace,free  grace  mod  fweetly  calls, 
Direclly  come  who  will ; 
Juft  as  you  arc,  for  Chrift  receives 
Poo/helplefs  finners  (till. 
\  'Tis  grace  each  day  that  feeds  our  fouls; 
Grace  keeps  us  inly  poor  ; 
And,  O  !  that  nothing  elfe  but  grace 
May  rule  for  evermore. 

6*.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  13°')     J' 
Pardoning  Grace. 

i^UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs, 
yJ   The  borders  of  defpair, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
Mv  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  uhould  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flefti  could  (land. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 


d  2 


58  AFTER    SERMON. 

4  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  truft, 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 

5  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  enilav'd  ; 

The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 

And  Ifrael  fhall  be  fav'd. 

63.     Common  Metre.     Toplady.     j. 
CbrjJI's  InierceJJicn. 

i      A  WAKE,  fweet  gratitude,  and  fing 
"^-   Th'  afcended  Saviour's  love  : 
Sing  hov/  he  lives  to  carry  on 
Hi's  people's  caufe  above. 

1  For  all  that  come  to  God  by  him, 
Salvation  he  demands ; 
Points  to  their  names  upon  his  breaft, 
And  fpreads  his  wounded  hands. 

3  His  fweet  atoning  facrifice 

Gives  fan&ion  to  his  claim  : 
"  Father,  I  will  that  all  my  faints 
"  Be  with  me  where  I  am: 

4  "  By  their  falvation,  recompenfe 

The  forrows  I  endur'd  \ 


AFTER    SERMOi*.  59 

•"   Tuft  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
«  And  faithful  to  thy  word." 
;  Eternal  life,  at  his  requeft, 
To  every  faint  is  given  : 
Safety  on  Earth,  and,  after  death, 
The  plenitude  of  Heaven. 

64.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
The  RefurreBion  of  Chrift. 

i   TT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
IT   That  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  5 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away ! 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  rofe  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fling  away, 
And  fpoil'd  our  hellim  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  nies,^ 
With  fears  of  honour  in  his  flefh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blefs'd  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  our  fangs, 
To  our  incarnate  God. 
d  x 


60  AFTER    SERMON. 

5  Bright  angels,  flrike  your  loudeft  firings, 
Your  fweeteft  voices  raife  ; 
Letheav'n,  arid  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuel?s  praife. 

65.     Common  Metre,     y. 
The  Kingdom  of  God,  not  in  word,  but  in  power- 

l      A    Form  of  words,  tho'  e'er  fo  found, 
•*■  ■*■   Can  never  fave  a  foul ; 
The  Holy  Ghoff.  mud  give  the  wound, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

1  Though  God's  election  is  a  truth, 
Small  comfort  there  I  fee, 
'Till  I  am  told  by  God's  own  mouth, 
That  He  has  chofen  me. 

3  Sinners,  I  read,  are  jollified 

By  faith  in  Jesu's  blood  : 
But  when  to  me  that  blood's  appli'd, 
'Tis  then  I've  peace  with  Goo. 

4  Imputed  righteoufnefs  I  own, 

A  doctrine  mo(l  divine  ; 
When  Jesus  to  my  heart  makes  known, 
That  all  his  merit's  mine. 

5  To  perfeverance  I  agree  ; 

The  tiling  to  me  is  ekar ; 


AFTER    SERMON.  6 I 

Becaufe  the  Lord  has  promis'd  me, 
That  I  lira  11  perfevere. 

6  Thus  Chriftians  glorify  the  Lord  ; 

His  Spirit  joins  with  ours, 

In  bearing  witnefs  to  his  word, 

With  all  its  faving  pow'rs. 

66.     Common  Metre.     Edm.  Jones.     J. 
The  fuccefiful  Refolve.      JLi\.  iv.  1 6. 

1  f^OME,    humble   firmer,    in   whole 

^  bread 

A  thoufand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprefl, 

And  make  this  laft  refolve. 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jefus,  tho'  my  fin 

"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rofe ; 
"  I  know  his  courts,  Til  enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may  oppefc. 

3  "  Proflrate  Til  lie  before  his  throne, 

"  And  there  my  guilt  confefs  ; 

«'  I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

"  Without  his  fovcreign  grace. 

4  I*})  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

k-  Whofe  fceptre  pardon  gives  j 

d  4 


^3  AFTER  SERMON. 

"  Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
"  And  then  the  fuppliant  lives. 

5  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"  Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
"  But  if  1  perifh  I  will  pray, 
"  And  perifh  only  there.' 

6  "  I  can  but  perifh  if  I  go, 

"  I  am  refolv'd  to  try: 
si  For  if  I  flay  away,  I  know 
"  I  muft  forever  die.'' 

67.     Common  Metre.     Ryland,  Jun.     jr. 
Htll  the  Sinner's  own  P.'are. 

i  ord,  when  I  read  the  traitor's  doom 

-*^   To  "  his  own  place"  confign'd, 
What  holy  humble  fear  and  hope 
Alternate  fill  my  mind  I 
i  Traitor  to  thee  I  too  have  been, 
But  fav'd  by  matchlefs  grace, 
Or  d(c  the  lowed,  hotteff  hell 
Had  furely  been  my  place. 
;   Thither  I  was  by  law  adjudg'd, 
And  thitherward  ruuYd  on  ; 
And  there  in  •:hy  eternal  doom 
Thy  juftice  might  have  (hone 


A!  1ER    SERMON".  63 

I  .But  lo!  (whatwond'rous,  raatchlefslove) 
I  call  a  place  my  own 
On  earth,  within  the  gofpel  found, 
And  at  thy  gracious  throne. 

5  A  place  is  mine  among  thy  faints, 
A  place  at  Jesu's  feet. 
And  1  expecl:  in  heaven  a  place 
Where  faints  and  angels  meet. 

5  Bled  Lamb  of  Gcxfc  thy  fov'reign  grace 
To  all  around  I'd  tell, 
Which  made  a  place  in  glory  mine, 
Whofe  juft  defert  was  hell. 


.     Common  Metre.     J. 
Diftmjfiqn. 

FEATHER,  before  we  hence  depart 
-T     Send  thy  good  Spirit  down  ; 
Let  him  refi  !e  in  every  heart, 
And  blefs  the  feed  that's  lbwn. 

Then  fountain  of  eternal  loi 
Whagav'ft  thy  Son  to  die, 

O  \et  thy  Spirit  from  at 
Enlighten  and  apply. 


64  AFTER   SERMON. 

69.      Common  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.    J. 

D'tjfmljfion. 

i    FN  vain  Apollos'  filver  tongue, 
-V  And  Paul's  with  (trains  profound, 
Diffufe  arrionglhe  liffefinij '.'tlirbnsr, 
The  Goipel's  glad'ning  found  : 

2  Jesus,  the  work  is  wholly  thine, , 
To  form  the  heart  anew, 
Now  let  thy  fovereign  grace  divine 
Each  ftubborn  foul  renew. 

70.      Common  Metre.     Dr.   Watts.     J. 
The  prof  peel  of  Heaven  makes  death  eafy. 

i    HP  HE  RE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
"*■     Where  faints  immortal  rei^n  : 

o 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleafures  banifli  pain. 

2  There  cverlalting  fpring  abides, 

And  never  fading  llow'rs  : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  fea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  fwtlling  Hood* 

Stand  dreiVd  in  living  green  : 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  flood, 

While  Jordan  roli'd  between. 


AFTER    SERMON.  6$ 

4  But  fearful  mortals  dart  and  fhrink, 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fca  ; 
And  linger,   ihiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  O  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  1 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 

And  view  the  landfcape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  dreams,  nor  death's  cold 
Should  fright  us  from  the  fhore.  (flood 

71.     Common  Metre.      Rippon's  Coll.     J. 

SanSjJjcation  Sought. 

i   VT0\7  may  the  God  of  peace  &  love 
J-^     Who  from  the  imprifoning  grave 
Redor'd  the  ihephtrd  of  the  fheep, 
Omnipotent  to  favc, 

2  Thro'  the  rich  merits  of  that  blood, 

Which  he  on  Calvary  fpilt, 
To  make  th*  eternal  cov'nant  fare, 
On  which  our  hopes  are  built, 

3  Pcrf<  cl  cur  fonls  in  every  grace, 

T'  accompliih  all  his  will, 


66  AFTER  SERMON. 

And  all  that's  pleafing  in  his  fight 
Infpire  us  to  fulfil  ! 

4  For  the  great  Mediator's  fake, 
We  for  thefe  blefhngs"  pray  : 
With  glory  let  his  name  he  crown'd, 
Thro'  heaven's  eternal  day  ! 


72.     Common  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.     J. 
Praife  to  the  Lamb. 

i   \fOT  unto  us,  but  thee  alone, 
-^    Bled  Lamb,  be  glory  given  ! 
Here  (hall  thy  praifes  be  begun, 
And  carried  on  in  heaven. 

2  The  hoft  of  fpirits  now  with  thee, 

Eternal  anthems  fmg  : 
To  imitate  them  here,  lo  !  we 
Our  Hallelujahs  bring. 

3  Had  we  our  tongues  like  them  infpird, 

Like  theirs  our  fongs  mould  rife ; 
Like  them  we  never  mould  be  tir'd. 
But  love  the  facrifice. 

4  'Till  we  the  veil  of  fiefti  lay  down. 

Accept  our  weaker  lays; 


AFTER    SERMON'.  6j 

And  when  we  reach  thy  Father's  throne, 
We'll  give  thee  nobler  praife. 

73.    Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
God  our  only  bapphicfs. 

i    "]\  /FY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
1VX    My  everlafbng  All  ; 
I've  none  but  thee  in  Heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  fkies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  In  vain  the  bright,   the  burning  fun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light  : 
' Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 
If  thou  withdraw,   'tis  night. 

4  And  whilll:  upon  my  reftlefs  bed, 

Amidff  the  fnades  I  roll, 
1^  my  Redeemer  raife  my  head, 
'lis  morning  with  my  fcui. 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  (cite  abode: 
We  praile  thy  name  wr  ail  : 
But  they  are  dot  my  G< 


63  AFTER    SERMON. 

6  Were  I  poflefTor  of  the  earth, 
And  call'd  the  flars  my  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

74.     Common  Metre.     J. 
Dcjiring  AJfurance  of  God's  favor. 

i    TJ1  TERNAL  fource  of  joys  divine, 
■*-J    To  thee  my  foul  afpires : 
O  could  I  fay,  "  The  Lord  is  mine," 
5Tis  all  my  foul  defires. 

2  Thy  fmile  can  give  me  real  joy, 

Unmingled,  and  refin'd  ; 

Substantial  blifs  without  alloy, 

And  lading  as  the  mind. 

3  Thy  fmiles  can  gild  the  fhades  of  woe, 

Bid  ftormy  trouble  ceafe, 
Spread  the  fair  dawn  of  heav'n  below, 
And  f  wee  ten  pain  to  peace. 

4  My  hope,  my  trufl,  my  life,  my  Lord, 

Affure  me  of  thy  love  ; 
O  fpeak  the  kind  tranfporting  word, 
And  bid  my  fear  remove. 


AFTER   SERMON.  6() 

c  Then  mall  my  thankful  powers  rejoice, 
And  triumph  in  my  God, 
Till  heavenly  tranfport  tunes  my  voice, 
To  fpread  thy  praife  abroad. 

75.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Safety  in  God, 

i      A   RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  powers, 
■*"*■  And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin. 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
AndnVd  my  Handing  more  fecure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlaftjng  love 

Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd, 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  fet 
My  flipp'ry  footfteps  fail. 

4  The  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 

Is  wall'd  around  with  grace ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
To  fliield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  fharpeft  fpite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar ; 


yo  AETER  SERMON. 

Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  power. 

6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake,  my  voice, 
And  fongs  of  praifes  fing  ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  fhall  addrefs 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

76.     Common  Metre.     J* 
For  New  Year's  Day. 

i     A  ND  now,  my  foul,  another  year 
«^*-   Of  thy  (hort  life  is  pad  : 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  lafl. 

2  Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  gone, 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  fwift  my  palling  moments  run, 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  foul,  with  utmoft  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 
What  are  thy  hopes,  how  fare,  how  fair, 
And  what  thy  great  concern. 

4  Now  a  new  fcene  of  time  begins, 

Set  out  afrefh  for  Heaven  ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  fins^ 
In  Chrift  fo  freely  given. 


AFTER    SERMON.  Jl 

5  Devoutly  yield  thyfelf  to  God, 
And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 
With  zeal  purine  the  heav'nly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 

77.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  S.  Stennett.    ^ 
The  Attrad'ion  of  the  Crofu     (John  xii.  32.) 

i   "YONDER~amazinS%ht !— I  be 
-*-     Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  the  accurfed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head  : 
The  crimfon  tide  puts  out  the  fun ; 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  iky 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ! 
And  with  th'  amaz'd  centurion  crv, 
"  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4  So  great,  fo  vaft  a  facriflce 

May  well  my  hope  revive  : 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  fmner  fure  may  live. 

5  O  that  thefe  cords  of  love  divine 

Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee, 


72  AFTER   SERMON. 

Thou  haft  my  heart,  it  fhall  be  thine — I 
Thine  it  fhall  ever  be ! 

78.     Common  Metre.     A. 
Contrition* 

i    £~\  THOU  whofe  tender  mercy  hears  \ 
V    Contrition's  humble  figh  ; 
Whofe  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  forrow's  weeping  eye. 

2  See  !  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

We  wretched  wanderers  mourn  ; 
Had  thou  not  bid  us  feek  thy  face  ? 
Haft  thou  not  faid,  return  ? 

3  And  fhall  our  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  us  from  thy  feet  ? 
O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  fafe  retreat. 

4  O  mine  on  this  benighted  heart 

With  beams  of  mercy  fliine  ; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  tafte  of  joys  divine. 

5  Thy  prefence  only  can  beftow 

Delights  which  never  cloy  ; 
Be  this  my  folace  here  below. 
And  my  eternal  joy. 


AFFEll    SEIlMON.  f 

79.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 
Providence, 

i   f^  OD  moves  in  a  myfterious  way, 
v-*"   His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  foctfteps  in  the  fea, 
And  rides  upon  the  ftorm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  /kill, 
He  treaiures  up  his  bright  defigns, 
And  works  his  fovcrcign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  faints  frefh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  you  fo  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  mall  break 
In  bleffings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  fenfe, 

But  truft  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  fmiling  face. 
lis  purpofes  will  ripen  faft, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  tafte, 
But  fweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 
6  Blind  unbelief  is  fare  to  err, 
And  lean  his  work  in  vain  : 


74  AFTER    SERMON. 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

80.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     A, 
Rapture. 

i   T^rom  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  fhall  rife, 
-*-     And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  ikies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

3  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 
Shall  death  itfelf  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blefTed  Jefus  reigns, 

In  Heaven's  unrr.eafur'd  fpace, 
I'll  fpend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleafure  and  in  praife- 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wondering  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endlcfs  a?es  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  Sweet  Jefus  every  fmiic  of  thine 

Shall  freili  endearments  bring  ; 
And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delights, 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 


AFTER    SERMON.  J$ 

SI.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 
Chnflian  Soldier, 

DRESS  uniform  the  foldier's  wear, 
When  duty  calls  abroad ; 
Not  purchas'd  at  their  cod  or  care, 
But  by  the  prince  beftow'd. 

ChrifVs  foldiers  too,  if  Chrift-like  brcd9 

Have  regimental  drefs ; 
*Tis  linen  white,  facd  with  red, 

*T5s  Chrift's  own  rip-hteoufnefs* 

o 

A  rich  and  Tightly  robe  it  is, 

And  to  the  foldier  dear ; 
No  rofe  can  learn  to  blulh  like  this. 

Nor  lily  look  fo  fair. 

'Tis  wrought  by  Jefu's  fkilful  hand, 
And  ting'd  with  his  own  blood  ; 

It  makes  the  Cherubs  gazing  (land, 
To  view  this  robe  of  God. 

This  vefture  never  waxeth  old,, 

Nor  fpot  thereon  can  fall ; 
It  makes  a  foldier  brifk  and  bold, 

And  dutiful  withall. 

This  robe  put  on  me,  Lord,  each  day, 
And  it  fhall  hide  my  fliame^ 

E  2 


j6  AFTER    SERMON. 

Shall  make  me  fight,  and  fing,  and  pray, 
And  blefs  my  captain's  name. 

82.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     A* 
General. 

i  /^  LORY  to  God,  who  gave  the  word 
\J*    And  bid  the  preachers  cry  ; 
Who  caus'd  his  will  to  be  proclaim'd* 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

%  Lord,  ever  give  us  of  this  bread, 
And  grant  us  ears  to  hear ; 
Hearts  to  receive  the  heav'nly  feed. 
And  bring  forth  fruit  with  fear. 

3  O  may  thy  word  direct  our  path, 

And  guide  our  fault'ring  feet  % 
Direcl:  us  in  the  living  way. 
And  to  thy  mercy  feat ! 

4  Fill  every  hungry  foul,  that  cries, 

From  thine  exhauftlefs  (tore  ; 
And  let  no  one  go  empty  hence, 
But  tafte,  and  pray  for  more. 

g  Let  all  thy  children,  Lord,  be  fed*, 
With  the  eternal  word  ; 
Be  wife,  and  ftronger  grow  thereby* 
IiiLveafing  in  the  Lord. 


A5TER    SERMON,  77 

83-     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A* 
A  Godly  for  row  for  ChriJVs  fujfcrings. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed ! 
And  did  my  ibv'reign  die; 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groan' d  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  1  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree. 

Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 

And  fhut  his  glories  in, 
When  Chrift,  the  mighty  Saviour,  dy'd 

For  man  his  creature? s  fin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  anoears, 
Diilblve  my  heart  in  tendernefs, 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  1  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away  $ 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


J> 


;?S  AFTER    SERMON* 

S4.     Common  Metre.      Dr.  Doddridge,     j. 
Salvation  Approaching. 

i      A  WAKE,  ye  faints,  and  lift  your  eyes 
-^*-  And  raife  your  voices  high  : 
A. wake,  and  praife  that  fovereign  love 
That  fhews  felvation  nigh. 

2  On  ail  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near  : 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day; 
And  each  revolving  year  ! 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  fhall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rife, 
Ere  all  its  glories  (land  reveal'd 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  fpeed  your  courfe; 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay  ; 
Fail:  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

85.     Common  Metre.      Ripporrs  Coil,     j. 
The  Parable  of  the  Sower.     Matt.  xiii.  3 — 10. 

1  VTOW,  Lord,  the  heav'nly  i'ced  is 
-L^    Be  it  thy  fervants'  care       (fowfl^ 
Thy  heavenly  blefiing  to  bring  down, 
By  humble  fervent  prayer. 


AFTER  SERMON.  79 

2  In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid, 

And  water  too  in  vain  ; 
Lord  of  the  harveft,   God  of  grace, 
Send  down  thy  heav'nly  rain. 

3  Then  Hi  all  our  cheerful  hearts  and  tongues 

Begin  this  fong  divine ; 
"  Thou,  LoRDjhaltgiven  the  rich  increafc, 
M  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

86.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Love  of  Chr\Jl. 

i    f\  JESU,  Jesu,  deareft  Lord, 
^^   Kow  wond'rous  is  thy  love  ! 
Thy  patience,  pity,  tendernefs, 
Which  I  each  moment  prove ! 

2  O  Lord,  how  faithlefs  is  my  heart ; 

How  apt  to  turn  alkie, 
And  wander  in  its  own  deceits 
Of  reafening  and  pride ! 

3  Yet,  deareft  Saviour,  love  me  fliil, 

The  pooreft,  and  the  worn:  ; 
For  well  I  know  where  fin  abounds, 
Thy  grace  abounds  the  mod. 

4  Yet  let  me  not  thy  grace  abufe, 

And  fin  becaufe  thou'rt  good  \ 
e  4 


So  AFTER    SERMON. 

But  let  thy  love  fill  me  with  ftiame, 
That  I  thy  love  withilood. 

5  On  me,  my  King,  exert  thy  power, 

Make  old  things  pafs  away, 
Create  all  new,  and  draw  me  (till, 
Still  nearer  ev'ry  day. 

6  I  thank  and  praife  thee,  dearefl  Lord. 

For  all  that  thou  haft  done : 
O  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am, 
For  thy  redeemed  one. 

Z7.     Common  Metre.      (Pf.  71.)     J. 
Rejoicing  in  hope* 

i   TV/T  Y  Saviour,  my  Almighty  friend, 
xVA   When  I  begin  to  praife  ; 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ! 
Send  down  thy  grace,  O  blelfed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  mail  travel  all  the  length, 

Of  the  celeflial  road  ; 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength 
To  fee  the  Lord  my  God. 


AFTER     SERMON.  8 1 

4  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicFries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul,  redccm'd  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  fmg. 

5  My  tongue  fliall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 
His  death  hath  brought  my  foes  to  fhame 
And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers. 

With  this  delightful  fongr 

I'll  entertain  the  darken1  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 

33.     Common  Me;  re.      Steele.     Jm 
Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 

2   HP  O  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
-*-     Awake  the  facred  fong  ! 
O  may  his  love  (immortal  flame) 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love  what  mortal  thought  can  reach, 
What  mortal  tongue  difplay  ? 
Imagination's  utmoil  ftretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 


t>1  ATTER    SERMON. 

3  Let  wonder  dill  with  love  unite, ' 

And  gratitude  and  joy  ; 
Jesus  be  our  fapreme  delight, 
His  praife  our  bed  employ. 

4  Jesus,  who  left  his  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  blifs, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die: — 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

5  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee  ; 
May  ev'ry  heart  with  rapture  fay, 
"  The  Saviour  dy'd  for  me." 

6  O  may  the  fweet  the  blifsful  theme 

Fill  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  flrangers  love  thy  charming  name 
And  join  the  fa  ere  d  fong. 

89.     Common  Metre.     Steele.     J. 
Watchjulnefs  and  Prayer.      (Matt.  xxvi.  41.) 

1  A  LAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rife  ! 
■**■   What  fnares  befet  my  way  ! 
To  Heaven  O  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  com- 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears !      (plain, 


AFTER  SERMON.  83 

My  weak  refinance,  ah  !  how  vain  ! 
How  ftrong  my  foes  and  fears. 

3  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  ftrive, 
Tho'  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  lncreafe  my  faith,  increafe  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail  ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  fpirits  up, 

Or  foon  my  ftrength  will  fail. 

5  When  ere  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  afide, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  ftray 

From  happinefs  and  thee. 

90.     Common  Metre.      The  Coll.     J. 
The  Shiner  converted. 

1    /^|FT  I  reflcft  upon  thy  grace, 
v^    With  tears  of  thankfulnefs, 
Which  call'd  me  from  my  native  place, 
The  world's  wide  wildernefs. 


54  AFTER  SERMON. 

2  My  precious  time  I  vainly  fpent, 

Subject  to  nature's  fway  ; 
My  corrupt,  carnal  will  was  bent 
Its  motion  to  obey. 

3  Thick  darknefs  overfpread  my  mind, 

I  (tumbled  in  the  night ; 
All  my  affe&ions  were  inclined 
To  creaturely  delight. 

4  God  faw  me  in  this  wretched  cafe, 

A  Have  to  bafe  defire  ; 
And,  by  an  act  of  fpecial  grace, 
The  brand  pluck'd  from  the  fire, 

"5  O  may  a  fenfe  of  mercies  pah1, 
Stir  up  my  foul  to  praife ; 
And  whet  my  appetite  to  tafte 
Thy  larger  draughts  of  grace. 

01.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
The  Believer  s  Hope. 

i   T  TE  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love, 
*• *   That  promis'd  Heav'n  to  me ; 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above, 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

2  Prepare  me,  Lo^d,  for  thy  right  hand> 
Then  come  the  joyful  dayl 


AFTER    SERMON.  8j 

Come  death  and  fome  celeftial  band  ! 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

3  Then,  my  beloved,  take  my  foul 

Up  to  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
That  lace  to  face  I  may  behold 
May  Saviour  and  my  God. 

4  God  has  laid  up  in  Heav'n  for  mc 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge  at  the  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

5  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

92.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     % 
The  Chr'-Jiian's  ExpeBation. 

1  (T^  OD  of  all  confolation,  take 
^J   The  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back 

In  ceafelefs  fongs  of  praife. 

2  Not  unto  us,  but  thee,  O  Lord, 

Glory  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
-For  ev'ry  gracious  thought  and  wc: 
That  brought  us  nearer  Heav'n. 


E6  AFTER  SERMON. 

3  Our  fouls  are  in  his  mighty  hand, 

And  He  will  keep  them  itill  ; 
And  you  and  I  fliall  furely-ftand 
With  Him  on  Zion's  hill. 

4  Him  eye  to  eye  we  there  fliall  fee, 

Our  face,  like  his,  fliall  mine  f 
O  what  a  glorious  company, 
When  faints  and  angels  join  ! 

5  O  what  a  joyful  meeting  there, 

In  robes  of  white  array'd  ; 
Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  fliall  bear, 
And  crowns  upon  our  head ! 

6  Then  let  us  earneftly  contend, 

And'  fight  our  paffage  thro' ; 

Bear  in  our  faithful  mind  the  end, 

And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 

B3.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Br  eat  Ling  after  Heavenly  Things, 

i    HPO  thee,  my  Cod,  I  hourly  figha 
3-     But  not  for  golden  flores ; 
l\or  covet  I  the  brighter!  gems. 
On  the  rich  eaftern  fhores. 

2  Nor  that  deluding  empty  joy, 
Men  call  a  mighty  name  | 


AFTER   SERMON*  87 

Nor  greatnefs  in  its  gayeft  forms, 
My  reftlefs  thoughts  inflame. 

Nor  pleafure's  foft  enticing  charms, 

My  fond  defires  allure ; 
Far  greater  things  than  earth  can  yield 

My  wifhes  would  fecure. 

Thofe  blifsful,  thofe  tranfporting  fmiles, 
That  brighten  Heaven  above ; 

The  bound  lels  riches  of  thy  grace, 
And  treafures  of  thy  love. 

Thefe  are  the  mighty  things  I  crave 
O !  make  thefe  bleflings  mine ; 

And  all  the  glories  of  the  world 
I  gladly  will  refign. 

9i.     Common  Metre;     The  Col!.     J. 
Tribulation. 

THE  fouls  that  would  to  Jesus  prefs 
Mud  fix  this  firm  and  fure, 
That  tribulation,  more  or  lefs, 
They  mufl  and  fhall  endure. 

From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt  3 
'Tis  God's  own  wife  decree  : 

Satan  the  vveakeft  faint  will  tempt. 
Nor  is  the  flrongefl  free, 


§8  AFTER   SERMON. 

3  The  world  oppofes  from  without, 

And  unbelief  within  : 
We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt, 
And  feel  the  load  of  fin. 

4  Glad  frames  loo  often  lift  us  up, 

And  then  how  proud  we  grow, 
'Till  fad  defertion  makes  us  droop, 
And  down  we  fink  as  low. 

5  Ten  thoufand  baits  the  foe  prepares 

To  catch  the  wand'ring  heart ; 
And  feldom  do  we  fee  the  fnares, 
Before  we  feel  the  fmart. 

6  But  let  not  all  this  terrify ; 

Purfue  the  narrow  path  ; 
Look  to  the  Lop.d  with  ftedfaft  eye, 
And  fight  with  hell  by  faith. 

7  Tho*  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  ftrong; 

His  promifes  are  true  ;  x 

We  fliall  be  conqu'rors  all  ere  long, 

And  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

95.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Trials  overcome  by  Hope* 

i   T 71  THEN  I  can  read  my  title  clea^ 
*  *      To  manfions  in  the  ikies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes- 


AFTER  SERMON.  So. 

2  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage, 

And  hellifli  darts  be  hnrl'd, 

Then  I  can  fmile  at  fatan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  ccmc, 

And  ftorms  of  forrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  heme, 
My  God,  my  Heav'n,  my  All  : 

4  There  ilia!!  I  bathe  my  weary  foul 

In  teas  of  heav'n ly  reft, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  bread. 

9G.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Walts.     J. 
Submrjlsn. 

j   "XT  AKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came 
-L^     And  crept  to  life  at  full. 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  cur  duft. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  ihort  favours  borrow 'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 


90  AFTER.   SERMON. 

3  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  finks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives,  and  (blefied  be  his  name  !) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace  all  our  angry  paffions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  iigh 

Be  filent  at  his  fov'reign  will, 

And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praifes  fhaH  be  fpread  ; 
And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 
That  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

97.     Com.  Metre.     Dr.  Watts  Serm. 
Holy  Fortitude. 

Mia  foldier  of  the  crofs. 


-^■*~  A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  fliall  I  fear  to  own  his  caufr, 
Or  blulh  to  fpeak  his  name  I 

Mud  I  be  carried  to  the  ikies 

On  flowery  beds  of  eafe  ; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 

And  fail'd  through  bloody  feas  i 

Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Mufti  not  ftcm  the  flooc*? 


AFTEH  SERMON".  91 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  mud  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increafe  my  courage  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  crofs,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  faints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die ; 
They  fee  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  feize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illuftrious  day  mall  rife, 

And  all  thy  armies  fhine 
In  robes  of  vicVry  through  the  ikies, 
The  glory  £hall  be  thine. 

98.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Invitation. 

i    T    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
-L*   And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2   Come  all  ye  hungry  flarving  fouls 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  drive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  \ 

F 


02  AFTER   SERMON. 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 

A  foul  reviving  feaft, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  proviiion  tafte. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  ftreams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirit 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

99.     Common  Metre.       (Pf.  i.  Dr.  Watts.)     J* 

"The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  wicked. 

i    Y) LEST  is  the  man  who  fliuns  the  place 
^  Where  linners  love  to  meet  ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  fcoffer's  feat. 

i  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3   Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 
Shall  his  profefflon  fliine ; 


AFTER    SERMON. 


93 


While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  clutters  on  the  vine. 


4  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjufl: ; 

What  vain  defigns  they  form ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dull:, 
Or  chaif  before  the  dorm. 

5  Sinners  in  judgment  fhali  not  (land 

Amongft  the  fons  of  grace, 
When  Chrift  the  judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

6  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

100.     Common  Metre-     The  Coll.     J. 
A  prayer  for  Faith. 

i   |7  ATHER,  I  flretch  my  hands  tothee3 
-*-     No  other  help  I  know  ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyfelf  from  me, 
Ah  !  whither  (hall  I  go  ! 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 
Before  I  drew  my  breath  ? 
What  pain,  what  labour,  to  fecure 
My  foul  from  endlefs  death  ! 

F  2 


94  AFTER    SERMON. 

3  O  Jesus,  could  I  thus  believe, 

I  now  fhould  feel  thy  power ; 
Now  my  poor  foul  thou  would'fl  receive 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes  ; 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift ! 
My  foul  without  it  dies ! 

101.  Common  Metre.  Dr  Watts.  Zech.  xiii.  i.  J* 
Fountain  opentd. 

i   T  T  OW  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  is  ! 
•*•  -*-    Our  fin,  how  deep  it  ftains  ! 
And  fatan  binds  our  captive  fouls 
Fad  in  his  flavifh  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 

Sounds  fxfom  God's  facred  word ; 
€C  Ho !  ye  defpairing  finners,  come, 
"  And  truft  upon  the  Lord," 

3  O  may  we  hear  th*  Almighty  call, 

And  run  to  this  relief; 
"We  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord, 
O  !  help  our  unbelief. 

4  To  the  bled  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Teach  us,  O  Lord  !  to  fly  : 


AFTER    SERMON.  95 

There  may  we  warn  our  fpotted  fouls 
From  crimes  of  deepefl  dye  ! 

Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King! 

Our  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 

And  form  our  fouls  anew. 

Poor,  guilty,  weak  and  helplefs  worms, 

On  thy  kind  arm  we  fall ; 
Be  thou  our  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs, 

Our  Jlsus,  and  our  All. 

102.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Renewing  Grace, 

TESU,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord, 
**    The  weary  finner's  friend  ; 
Come  to  my  help,  pronounce  the  word2 
Bid  my  corruptions  end. 

Thou  canft  o'ercome  this  heart  of  mine, 
Thou  canft  victorious  prove  ; 

For  everlafting  ftrength  is  thine, 
And  everlafting  love. 

Thy  powerful  Spirit  can  fubdue 

Unconquerable  fin  : 
Cleanfemy  foul  heart,  and  make  it  clean, 

And  write  thy  law  within, 

F3 


§6  AFTER  SERMON. 

4  Speak,  and  the  deaf  (hall  hear  thy  voice, 

The  blind  his  fight  receive ; 
The  dumb  in  fongs  of  praife  rejoice, 
The  heart  of  (tone  believe. 

5  The  iEthiop  then  fhall  change  his  /kin, 

The  dead  fhall  feel  thy  power ; 
The  loathfome  leper  (hall  be  clean, 
And  I  fhall  fin  abhor. 

103.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.      J. 
The  prejfure  of  Jin. 

i    f~\  TFI AT  my  load  of  fin  were  gone  ! 
V^    O  that  I  could  at  laft  fubmit, 
At  Jefu's  feet  to  lay  me  down, 
To  lay  my  foul  at  Jefu's  feet ! 

i  When  fhall  mine  eyes  behold  the  Lamb, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  fee ! 
Weary,  O  Lord,  thou  know'il  I  am; 
Yet  ftill  1  cannot  come  to  thee. 

3  Reft  for  my  foul  I  long  to  find  ; 
Saviour,  if  mine  indeed  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  ftamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

4  I  would,  but  thou  muft  give  the  power, 
My  heart  from  ev'ry  fin  releafe  ; 


AFTER   Si:  HMO  a.  QJ 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  rill  me  with  thy  heav'nly  peace. 

Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  (inner  cheer, 
Let  not  my  Jesus  long  delay  ; 
Appear,  in  my  hard  heart  appear, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

1 0  i.     Cunirr.cn  Metre.      (  Pf.  5  1 . )      J. 
Original  and  actual  fin  confined. 

LOrd,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
And  guilt  before  thine  eyes ; 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  fharne, 

And  all  my  nature  fin. 

Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 

And  as  my  days  advane'd,  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love ; 
O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 

And  bid  my  fins  remove. 

p4 


98  AFTER   SERMON. 

5  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  \ 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

6  Then  ftiall  I  make  thy  mercy  known, 

Before  the  fons  of  men ; 
Backfliders  (hall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again, 

105.     Common  Metre,      (Pf.  126.)    J. 

The  joy  of  Converfion. 

1  "Wjr  Hen  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name 

*  *      And  chang'd  my  mournful  (late, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  plealing  dream, 
The  grace  appearM  fo  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs : 
My  tongue  broke  our  in  unknown  drains, 
And  fung  furprifing  grace. 

3  Great  is  the  work,  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own'd  the  power  drvine ; 
Great  is  the  work,  my  heart  reply'd, 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkefl  ikies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night, 


'AFTER    SERMON.  99 

Make  drops  of  facred  forrows  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

'Till  the  fair  harveft  come  ; 
They  dial  1  confefs  their  fheaves  are  great, 
And  fliout  the  bleflings  home. 

6  Tho'  feed  lie  buried  long  in  duft, 

It  (han't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

106.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.     Jm 
A  Living  and  Dead  Faith. 

i    TV  Tlftaken fouls!  that  dream  of  heav'n, 
-LVA   And  make  their  empty  boafl 
Of  inward  joys  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  flaves  to  J  lift ! 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Chrift,  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart  \ 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  ; 

That  bids  all  fmful  joys  depart, 

And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

F  5 


lOO  AFTER    SERMON. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 
By  a  celeftial  power ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  fhall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour. 

107.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Renewing  Grace,     Ezek.  xxxvi.  26. 

1  A  Lmighty  God  of  truth  and  love, 
•^"^  In  me  thy  power  exert ; 

The  mountain  from  my  foul  remove, 
The  hardnefs  of  my  heart : 

My  mod:  obdurate  heart  fubdue, 
In  honor  to  thy  Son, 

And  now  the  gracious  wonder  fliew, 
And  take  away  the  (tone. 

2  I  want  a  principle  within 

Of  jealous,  godly  fear  ; 
A  fenfibility  of  fin, 

A  pain  to  feel  it  near : 
I  want  the  firft  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride,  or  vain  defire, 
To  catch  the  wandYmgs  of  my  will, 

And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  depart, 

No  more  thy  goodnefs  grieve  \ 


AFTER    SERMON.  IOI 

1  he  filial  awe,  the  ilelhly  heart, 
The  tender  confeience  give : 

C)iiick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
O  God  !  my  confeience  make  : 

Awake  my  foul  when  fin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  ftill  awake. 

108.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
The  Heavenly  Guejl.      Rev.  iii.  20. 

i     A  ND  will  the  Lord  thus  condefcend 
'£**  To  vifit  finful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  fhall  mercy  ftand, 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Surprizing  grace  ! — and  fhall  my  heart 

Unmov'd  and  cold  remain  ? 
Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part  ? 
Muit  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admiflion  fue, 

His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  for  ever  barr'd  ? 

4  'Tis  fin,  alas !  with  tyrant  power 

The  lodging  has  poifefs'd  ; 
And  crouds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Againfl  the  heav'nly  guefl. 


I02  AFTER  SERMON. 

5  Lord,  rife  in  thy  all  conqu'ring  grace, 

Thy  mighty  power  difplay  ; 
One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face 
Can  drive  my  foes  away. 

6  Ye  dangerous  inmates,  hence  depart ; 

Dear  Saviour  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  paffage  of  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  ev'ry  fin, 

109.     Common  Metre.     Br.  Watts.  J. 
Weaknefs  Bewailed. 

i   TftTHY  is  my  heart  (o  far  from  thee 
W     My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 
s  Why  mould  my  foolifli  paffions  rove  ? 
Where  can  fuch  iweetnefs  be 
As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favour'of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lofe 
The  relim  all  my  days. 

4  But  e'er  one  fleeting  hour  is  pad, 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 


AFTER    SERMON.  I  OJ 

Some  fenfual  bait  to  feizc  my  tafte, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  foul, 
That  I  fhould  leave  thee  fo  : 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll, 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

110.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  2.)     J. 
The  Kingdom  of  Chr'tjl. 

iTTT^HY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 

*  *      The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
"Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

■2  The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  ikies, 
Derides  their  rage  below  ; 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  ftrikes  their  fpirils  through. 

3  '-  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

ci  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  ; 
':  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  will  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  c;  All:  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

"  The  iitmoft  heathen  lands  : 
"  Thy  rod  of  iron  fhall  deftroy 
^  The  rebel  that  withftands." 


104  AFTER  SERMON. 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth* 

Obeyth'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne  ; 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

111.     Common  Metre.     {Pf.  27.)     J. 
Prayer  and  Hope. 

1  COON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 
^ '  "  Ye  children,  feek  my  grace," 
My  heart  reply' d,  without  delay, 

"  I'll  feek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  : 
God  of  my  life,  I  ily  to  thee 
In  a  diftreffing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred'near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  fledi  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 


BEFORE    SERMON.  IO5 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief; 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

112.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 

Complaint  offpir'itualjloth. 

i    TV/T  Y  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  deep  ye  fo  ? 
•*■*■*-   Awake,  my  fluggim.  foul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 

Labour,  and  tug,  and  drive  ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t*  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  (lands 

And  flars  their  courfes  move  ; 
We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel-bands 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'd  for  our  good, 

How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 

He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 


106  AFTER    SERMON. 

5  Lord,  fhall  we  lie  fo  iluggifli  flill, 

And  never  aft  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  fhall  our  aftive  fpirits  move, 

Upward  our  fouls  (hall  rife  ; 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love^ 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

J 13.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 

Different  fuccefs  of  the  GofpeJ. 

i    |"1  HRIST  and  hiscrofs  is  all  our  theme: 
^-^   The  myhVries  that  we  fpeak 
Are  fcandal  in  the  Jews  efteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  fouls  enlighten'd  from  above 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  fee  what  wifdom,  power,  and  love, 
Shines  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 

Reftores  their  fainting  breath ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  difTufe  his  graces  down, 

Like  fhow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 


AFTER   SERMON.  107 

In  vain  Apollos  fows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

114.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 

A  Sympathjjing  Saviour. 

j   T  \7ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
^  *      Of  our  High  Pried  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendcrneis, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh. 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And,  in  his  meafure,  feels  afrefh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoking  flax, 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame ; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  power, 
We  mall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  difrreiiW  hour. 


503  AFTER    SERMON-. 

115.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A, 
Dcadnefs  under  the  Word. 

l   '       ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 
-*— '    Of  thy  falvation,  Lord  ; 
But  ftill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word ! 

i  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And  hear  almofl  in  vain  ; 
How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mern'ry  can  retain  ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love ! 

How  negligent  my  fear ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  I 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

4  Great  God!  thy  fov'reign  power  impart 

To  give  thy  word  fuccefs ; 
Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

5  Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

Chat  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
•     knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
d  love  (hall  never  die. 


.      AFTER    SERMON.  IC9 

116.  Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 

Flejh  and  Spirit. 

T^7Hat  difPrent  powers  of  grace  and 
*  *      Attend  our  mortal  flate  !        (fin 
I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die, 

While  fin  and  fatan  reign  ; 
Now  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high, 

For  grace  prevails  again. 

So  darknefs  druggies  with  the  light, 

'Till  perfect  day  arife  ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight, 

Until  the  weaker  dies. 

Thus  will  the  ffefh  and  fpirit  flrive, 
And  vex  and  break  my  peace ; 

But  1  fhall  quit  this  mortal  lifey 
And  fin  forever  ceafe. 

117.  Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 

J  unification  by  Chrijl  only. 

\  T  AIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 
V      On  their  own  works  have  built  \ 
Their  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guijt. 


1  IG  AFTER   SERMON. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  ftop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  Hand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  afk  God's  righteous  law 

To  juftify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace ! 

When  in  thy  name  we  trull, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnefs 
That  makes  the  finner  juft. 

]1S.     Common  Metre.     Hart.     A. 
Pirfeverance. 

HE  finner  that  by  precious  faith 
Has  felt  his  fins  forgiv'n, 
Is  from  that  moment  pafs'd  from  death 
And  ieal'd  an  heir  of  Heaven. 

Tho' -thoufand  fnares  inclofe  his  feet, 
Not  one  fhall  hold  him  fad  ; 

Whatever  dangers  he  may  meet, 
He  fhall  get  fafe  at  lad. 

Not  as  the  world  the  Saviour  rives. 
He  is 'no  fickle  friend  : 


1    •      -W  AFTER  SERMON.  Ill 

Whom  once  he  loves,  he  never  leaves; 
But  loves  h%n  to  the  end. 

4  For  Chrilt  in  ev'ry  age  has  prov'd 

His  purchafe  firm  and  tittle  ; 
If  this  foundation  be  remov'd, 
What  lhall  the  righteous  i&  ? 

5  Brethren,  by  this  your  claim  abide, 

This  title  to  your  blifs : 
Whatever  lofs  you  bear  befide, 
O  !.  never  give  ud  this. 

O  i. 

119.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 

Repentance, 

\  /"^H,  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  woe,  - 
^-^   How  would  I  vent  my  fighs ! 
Repentance  fhould  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  fireaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  fins,  my  dearefl  Lord 
Hung  on  th'  accurfed  tree, 
1L   And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

*j  O,  how  I  hate  thofe  lulls  of  mine 
That  crucify'd  my  God  ; 
Thofe  fins  that  piere'd  and  naiPd  his  flefh 
Faft  to  the  fatal  wood ! 

G  2 


lit  AFTER    SERMON". 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  fhall  die, 

My  heart  hath  fo  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  1  fpare  thofe  guilty  things, 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilfl  with  a  melting  broken  heart 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 

I'll  raife  revenge  againft  my  fins. 

And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 

120,     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 
Petition. 

i    tf~\  DEAREST  Lord,  give  meanhcarfc 
%J  Inflamed  with  love  to  thee ; 
That  thro'  thy  tedious  toil  and  fmart, 
My  foul  may  happy  be. 

2  I  want,  O  Lord,  from  fin  to  flee, 

And  in  thy  wounds  to  reft  ; 
Bid  me  by  faith  come  near  to  thee, 
And  lean  upon  thy  breaft. 

3  Still  let  a  fenfe  of  what  thou'ft  done     •• 

In  my  hard  heart  be  felt,  <_         « 

That  by  the  love  to  me  thou'ft  Ihewa   ,  ^ 
My  inmoft  foul  may  melt. 

4  O  may  I  never,  never  faint, 

Refrefk'd  by  ftreams  of  love; 


AFTER  SERMON.  I  1 3 


Till,  in  thy  glory,  as  a  faint, 
1  live  with  thofe  above. 

5  O  may  I  now  my  all  give  up 
To  thee,  my  deared  Lord  ; 
And  wait  with  all  thy  faints  to  fup 
Around  the  feftal  board. 

121.      Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 
The  Chr'ijl'ian  happy. 

1  TT  OW  htlppy  is  the  chriflian's  (late, 
■*•  ■*•   His  fins  are  all  forgiv'n  ; 

A  cheering  ray  confirms  the  grace^ 
And  lifts  his  hopes  to  heav'n. 

2  Tho'  in  the  rugged  paths  of  life 

He  heaves  the  penfive  high  ; 
Yet,  trufting  in  his  God,  he  finds 
Deliv'rinQ;  arace  is  nbh. 

3  If,  to  prevent  his  wand'ring  fteps. 

He  feels  the  chaft'ning  rod  ; 
The  gentle  ftroke  fliaii  bring  him  back 
To  his  forgiving  Gad. 

4  And  when  the  welcome  meilage  comes, 

To  call  his  foul  away  ; 
His  foul,  in  raptures, .  ill  all  alcer.d 
To  everlafting  dav. 


3t4  after.  sERtab:tf„ 

122.  Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 
Strife  of  Pardon  defired. 

\   HPHY  prefence,  Saviour,  may  I  feel* 
•*•     Oftamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  feal; 
Lord,  feal  my  pardon  with  thy  blood, 
And  let  me  know  I'm  born  of  God. 

Cl  One  precious  drop,  Lord  Jesus,  grant, 
O  !  for  one  precious  drop  I  pant ! 
By  faith  apply  thy  healing  blood, 
That  I  may  cry,  My  Lord,  my  God. 

3  Sprinkle  it  on  my  confcience,  Lord, 
O  let  me  hear  the  powerful  word 
That  rais'd  the  dead,  and  cheers  the  foul, 
And  makes  the  fm-fick  fmner  whole. 

4  And  when  this  mortal  life  is  o'er, 
And  pain  and  finning  is  no  more, 
Receive  my  foal  to  thy  blefs'd  home  : 
G  come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  cornel 

123.  Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J, 

Preparing  for  Death. 

\    jf\^T  as  the  bell  with  folemn  toll 
^-^    Speaks  the  departure  of  a  foul, 
Let  each  one  aik  himfelf,  am  1 
trepar'd,  fhould  I  be  call'd  to  die  ! 


AFTER    SERMON'.  \IJ 

Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death; 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown. 

Then  leaving  all  I  love  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  mult  go  ; 
Mud  hear  the  judge  pronounce  my  fate. 
And  fix  my  everlafting  (late. 

But  could  I  bear  to  hear  him  fay, 
"  Depart,  accurfed,  far  away  ; 
With  devils  in  the  lowefl  hell 
Thou  art  forever  doom'd  to  dwell. '* 

Lord  Jesus  !  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  feek  my  hope  alone  in  thee  \ 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  iins,  and  in  me  live. 

Then  when  the  folemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  fav'd  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear  ; 
Nor  would  the  thought  difrreffing  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me. 

Rather  my  fpirits  would  rejoice, 
And  wait  impatient  for  thy  voice ; 
Glad  when  it  bids  me  earth  refign, 
Secure  of  heaven,  if  thou  art  mine, 

g  4 


Il6~  AFTER  SERMON". 

124.     Long  Metre.     Addifon.      J. 
The  Heavens  declare  the  Glory  of  God* 

i   HPHE  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 
J-     With  all  the  blue  ethereal  iky, 
And  fpangled  heav'ns,  a  Alining  flame, 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 

2  Th*  unweary'd  fun  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  powr  difplay  \ 
And  publishes  to  ev'ry  land, 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  fhades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  lift'ning  earth, 
Repeats  the  (lory  of  her  birth; 

4  While  all  the  ftars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  fpread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  folemn  filence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terreflrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  found, 
Amid  ft  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 


AFTER    SERM*ON.  '  \\J 

For  ever  finging,  as  they  ittine, 

"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

12i.     Long  Metre.      (Pf.  57.)     J. 
Frofeclion  and  Grace. 

1  1\/!Pr"  GcicLm  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
-i~*-&  Of  boiputilefs  love  k  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  Spreading  wings, 
'Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  "Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  angel  from  the  i;  y, 

And  faves  me  from  the threit'ning  florm, 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  Heav'ns  where  angel"  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'cj  ;  my  fong  {ball  raife 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praifc  ; 

tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  iky  ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die. 


t  iS  AFTER  SERMON. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dweil ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

126.     Long  Metre.     (Pf.  $$.)     J. 

0 

Mercy  and  truth  Met. 

i    CALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 
£5  The  fouls  that  fear  &  truft  the  Lord  ; 
And  grace  defcending  from  on  high, 
Frelh  hopes  of  glory  fliali  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 
Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from 
By  his  obedience  fo  complete,  (heav'nj 
Juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  (hall  abound. 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again. 

And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground* 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  u>  free  accefs  to  God  ; 

Our  warid'ring  feet  fiiall  dray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  ft  eps,  and  keep  the  road. 


AFTER  SERMON.  1  in  G 

127.     Long  Metre.     Lyiic  Poems.     J.r 
A  dying  Savicur. 

*   T-JE  dies  !  tlic  heav'nly  lover  dies  ! 
■*■  -»    The  tidings  ftrike  a  doleful  found 
On  my  poor  heart-firings  :  deep  he  lies, 
In  the  cold  caverns  of  the  ground. 

2   Come  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
On  the  dear  bofom  of  your  God  ; 
He  ihed  a  thoufand  drops  for  you, 
A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !  what  fudden  joys  I  fee  ! 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how  he  fpoil'd  the  hofts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monfter  death  in  chains. 

5  Say,  live  for  ever  wondrous  King  ! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  ilrong  to  fave ! 
Then  afk  the  monfter,  where's  his  fling, 
And  where's  thy  victory,  boafiing  grave ? 


j 


120  AFTER    StRUOK. 

128.     Long  Metre.     Steele,     yf.. 
Pardon  and  Rejl  for  the  weary  Soul. 

1  r^  OME,  weary  fouls  with  fin  diftreft, 

^^  Gome  and  accept  the  promis'd  reft^ 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  caft  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Opprefs'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

O  come,  and  fpread  your  woes  abroad ; 
Divine  companion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundlefs  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanfe  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes. 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endlefs  peace ; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Lord  we  accept  with  thankful  hearts, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  word  imparts  ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
And  fweetly  influ'nce  every  bread, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  reft. 


AFTER  SERMON.  121 

129.    Long  Metre.     Doddridge.     A, 
Chtifing  the  better  Part. 

i   T>  ESET  with  fnares  on  every  hand, 
-D   in  life's  uncertain  path  I  (land  : 
Saviour  divine  diffufe  thy  light, 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footfleps  right. 

£  Engage  this  roving  treacherous  heart 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part  ; 
To  fcorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away* 

3  Then  let  the  urildeiT  florms  arife : 
Let  tempeds  mingle  earth  and  Ikies ; 
No  fatal  fhipwreck  fhall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treafures  with  be  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Jesus,  (till  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  ; 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  tlioufand  worlds  in  thee. 

130.     Long  Metre.     Lyric  Poems.     A. 
Love  to  God. 

i    jf"^F  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
*-^    Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  red:; 
Love,  the  bed:  bielTmg  here  below, 
The  neareft  image  of  the  bled. 


122  AFTER    SERMON. 

2  While  we  are  held  in  thy  embrace, 
There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove; 
Each  fmile  upon  thy  beauteous  face 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 

3  While  of  thy  abfence  we  complain, 
And  long,  or  .weep,  in  all  we  do 
There's  a  ftrange  pleafure  in  the  pain, 
And  tears  have  their  own  fweetnefs  too. 

4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove> 
Or  afk  the  watchman  of  the  night 
For  fome  kind  tidings  of  our  love, 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,  our  God,  yet  rather  come, 
Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face  ; 
'Tis  bed  to  fee  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  prefence  of  his  grace. 

131.     Long  Metre.      (Pf.  24.)    A. 
Saints  dwell  in  Heaven. 

1  T  a  1HIS  (parous  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

-*-  And  men  &  worms  &  beads  &  birds, 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  iky  ; 


AFTEiL  SERMON.  123 


Who  fhall  afcend  that  bleft  abode, 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  Maker,  God  ? 

He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin,  (clean  ; 
Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are 
Him  fhall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  blefs., 
And  clothe  his  foBfewuh  righteoufnefs. 

Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
Jid  dwell  in  everlafling  light. 

132.     Long  Metre.     (Pf.  32.)     A* 
Panhn. 

Lefs'd  is  the  man,  forever  blefs'd, 
Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

Blefs'd  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities ; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  en  works,  but  grace  relies. 

;From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  \ 
JHIis  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
'With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  finccre. 


124"  .  AP+ER  SERMON. 

glorious  is  thaWighteoufnefs 


4 


How 

That  blozs  and  c; 


els 


all  his  fins  i 


While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Thro'  Kis  whole  life-appears  and  fhines, 

•  33.    Copmon%ferrey  Dr.  Watts.    A. 

?.Tforipro*venient  of  Time. 

J|  OW  fhort  and  hady  is  our  life  ! 
How  vaft  our  foul's  aflairs ! 
Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  drive 
To  lavifh  out  their  year. 

Our  dato  run  tfioughtlefsly 

Without  a  moment's  flay 
Juft  like  a  (lory  or  a  fong 

We  pafs  our  lives,away. 

God  from  dti  high  inVi^BHi 

But  we  ifcarch  heedlefs  oi 
And,  ever  harVning  to  the  \ 

Stoop  d6wn\^ards  as  we 

How  we  deferve\he  deeped 

That  flight  the  Ws  abf^ 
What  chains  "oi^eoW^nce  fhould 

That  break  fuch  co^ds 

Draw  us,  O  God,  with 
And  lift  our  thoughts  o 


AFTER    SERMON 


12 


That  we  may  end  this  mortal  rac?, 
And  fee  falvatipn  nigh. 

134.     Long  Metre.     D^.  Walls.     A. 
Glory  and  Grace  irUJie  per  Jon  of  Cli'y}. 

T  OW  to  the  LoliaiBfiW^  fong  ; 

my  tongue 

te, 
proclaim. 

Jesu's  iace, 


Awake,  my  fouj 
Hofanoa  to.tlv  eter 
And  ali  his  bound 

ee  where  it  iliin 


ie  brighter!  image  of  his  gr: 
od,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 
as  all  his  mightieft  works  outdone- 

es/in  his  looks  a  glory  (lands, 
i  The  nobleft  labour  of  thine  hands  ; 
ftf  The  pleafing  luflre  of  his  eyes', 

Outfhines  the  wonders  of  the  ikies. 

4  Grace:  Vis  a  fweer,  a  *g  theme; 

^    My  tnou|  .  vie  at  Jesu's  name  ! 

R^jTe  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heav'ns  refldH  it  to  the  ground  i 

V|V?  may  I  live  to  fee  the  place, 
^here  he  unveils  his  lovely  fa 
'vher%  all  his  beau:ies  you  h 

,;  C  name  en  hates  of  gold. 


X26  AFTER    SERMON. 

IS  5.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.  A. 
Defiring  the  Divine  prefence. 

i  TTtTE  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 
▼  *    Chofen  &  made  peculiar  ground  j- 
A  little  fpot  inclos'd  by  grace 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 

"*  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  (land. 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand ; 
And  all  his  formes  in  Zion  flow 
To  make  this  ylpig  plantation  gr 

3  Awake,  O  heavenly  wind,  and  com 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spirit  divine  !  defcend,  and  breath 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  befi:  fpices  flow  abroad 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  ; 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  every  grace  be  active  here 

136.     Long  Metre.      (Pf.   158.)     A. 
Confidence* 

X   \y*Irh  all  my  powers  of  heart  &  toifl 
1*11  praife  my  Maker  with  my  fSflj 
Angels  (hall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  T 


* 


AFTER    SERMON.  llj 

%  I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord  •> 
I'll  ling  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  thy  works,  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  {how. 

j  To  God  I  cry'd  when  trouble  rofe  ; 
He  heard  ine,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes; 
He  did  my  riling  fears  controul, 
And  ftrength  diffus'd  thro'  all  my  foul. 

4  Amidfl:  a  thoufand  fnares  I  Hand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 

;-*And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

£  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins^ 
To  lave  from  forrow,  or  from  fins : 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes. 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

137,    Long  Metre.     The  Coll.    J. 
Completenefs  of  Chr't/l* 

i    1£*  IND  is  the  fpeechof  ChriftourLord, 
-"-  Affection  founds  in  ev'ry  word  ; 
"  Thou  art  my  chofen  one,  he  cries, 
"  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties.',* 

^weet  is  thy  voice,  dear  Lord,  to  me3 
\  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee  j" 


128  AFTER    SERMON. 

What  mighty  wonders  love  performs, 
That  puts  a  comelinefs  on  v/orms ! 

3  Defil'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are, 
Thou  mak'ft  us  white,  and  call'ft  us  fair  j 
Adorn'ft  us  with  thy  heav'nly  drefs, 
Thy  graces  and  thy  righteoufnefs. 

4  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife, 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  flues ; 
Till  death  fhall  make  my  lafl  remove, 
To  dwell  forever  in  thy  love ! 

138.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 
The  Jinner's  Prayer, 

WHen,  gracious  Lord,  when  fhall  it  be 
That  I  (hall  find  my  all  in  thee ; 
The  fulnefs  of  thy  promife  prove, 
The  feal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 

2  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  caft  the  world  and  flefli  behind ; 
An  helplefs  foul,  I  come  to  thee, 
With  only  fin  and  mifery. 

3  Lord,  I  am  fick,  my  ficknefs  cure;- 
I  want,  do  thou  enrich  the  poor  : 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  floop, 

O  lift  the  abjed  fmner  up. 


AFTER    SERMON.  120, 

4  Lord,  I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  fight ; 
Lord,  I  am  weak,  be  thou  my  might; 
An  helper  of  the  helplefs  be, 
And  let  me  find  my  All  in  thee. 

139.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Trufl  in  God  under  Difficulties. 

T^THy,  O  my  heart,  thefe  anxious  cares, 
*  ^     Why   thefe   tumultuous  ftck'ning 
fears  ? 
Why  thus  all  penfive  and  forlorn, 
Doft  thou  thy  thick'ning troubles  mourn? 

2  When  threat'ning  dorms  around  thee  rife 
And  low'ring  tempefts  fpread  the  ikies, 
On  God,  my  foul,  thy  burden  cad, 
And  feek  in  him  a  peaceful  reft. 

3  If  falfehood  and  deceit  abound, 
And  envy>s  darts  in  fecret  wound, 
If  earthly  fprings  of  comfort  dry, 
And  ev'ry  blooming  joy  mould  die  ; 

4  Silent  I'll  bear  thy  chaft'nmg  rod, 
Thy  juft  difpleafure,  O  my  God  ! 
On  thee  I'll  wait  with  eager  eyes, 

To  thee  my  pray'r  with  hope  fhall  rife. 

H  2 


I$9  AFTER    SERMON. 

5  Yes,  I  mall  hear  thy  cheering  voice  ; 
In  thee  my  foul  fhall  yet  rejoice ; 
Thou  wilt  reveal  thy  fmiling  face, 
And  hence  thefe  gloomy  horrors  chace.  ♦* 

6  Thou  art  my  Saviour,  thou  my  God  ! 
Thy  grace  will  I  proclaim  abroad  ; 
That  grace  which  bears  my  guilt  away, 
And  turns  the  blackeit  night  to  day. 

140.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Chrijl  the  only  Saviour* 

i   '       ONG  did  my  foul  in  Jesu's  form 
•**-*   No  comelinefs  nor  beauty  fee  \ 
His  facred  name  by  others  priz'd, 
Was  taftelefs  ftill  and  dead  to  me. 

2  Men  calPd  me  chriflian,  and  my  heart 
On  that  delufion  fondly  ftay'd  ; 
Moral  my  hopes,  my  Saviour  felf, 
Till  mighty  grace  the  cheat  difplay'd. 

3  Thanks  to  the  hand  that  wak'd  my  dream, 
That  fhcw'd  me  wretched,  naked,  poor; 
That  fweetly  led  me  to  the  rock, 
"Where  all  falvation  Hands  fecure. 


AITER    SERMON.  I3I 

4  Glad,  I  forfook  my  righteous  pride, 
My  moral,  tarnifh'd,  linful  drefs  ; 
Exchang'd  my  drofs  away  for  Chrift, 
And  found  the  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

141.     Long  Metre.     (Pf.  145.)     J, 
The  Heart  devoted  to  God. 


3  praife 


1  "\J\  Y  Gocl ,  my  King,  thy  varioi: 
xVX   Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  j 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  (hail  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceflion  of  thy  praife, 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

4  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds 
Valt  and  unfearchable  thy  ways ! 

Vail  and  immortal  be  thy  praife ! 

H  x 


I32  AFTER  SERMON. 

142.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
God \r  promife  unchangeable.      Heb.  vi.  17.  19* 

1  T  T  O  W  oft  have  fin  and  fatan  ft  rove 
•*-  -*  To  rend  my  foul  from  thee  my  God: 
Bu!  everlafting  is  thy  love, 

-    And  Jefus  feais  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace : 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  Heav'n  with  endlefs  praife. 

3  Amidfl  temptations  fharp  and  long, 
My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Tlope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  ftrong, 
While  tempefts  blow,  and  billows  rife. 

4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope 
In  oaths,  and  promifes,  and  blood. 

143.     Long  Metre.     Cennick.     J* 
The  iv ay  to  Canaan. 

i    YESUS,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone; 
•J    He,  whom  I  fix  my  hope  upon  ; 
His  track  I  fee,  and  I'll  purfue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 


AFTER    SERMON.  I33 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road    that  leads  from  banifhment, 
The  King's  high  way  of  holiuefs 

Til  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  fought, 
And  mourn'd  becaufe  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Becaufe  I  could  not  ceafe  from  fin. 

4  The  more  I  drove  againd  its  power, 
I  finn'd  and  Humbled  yet  the  more  -y 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  fay, 

"  Come  hither,  foul,  I  am  the  way.*1 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou  blefl  Lamb 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  fin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  lliafl  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  poor  fmners  round, 
"What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood 
And  fay,   "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

144.     Long  Metre.      Lyric  Poems.      J. 
The  Law  and  Go  [pel. 

1  "/^URST be  the  man  for  ever  curft, 
^ "  That  doth  one  wilful  fin  commit: 

H4 


134  AFTER    SERMON. 

"  Death  and  damnation  for  the  firft, 
'*  Without  relief  and  infinite." 

2  Thus  Sinai  roars ;  and  round  the  earth 
Thunder,  and  fire,  and  vengeance  flings; 
But,  Jefus,  thy  dear  gafping  breath 
And  Calvary  fay  gentler  things. 

3  "  Pardon  and  grace,  and  bound lefs  love 
"  Streaming  along  a  Saviour's  blood, 

"  And  life,  and  joys,  and  crowns  above, 
"  Obtain'd  by  a  dear  bleeding  God." 

4.  Hirk  how  he  prays,  (the  charming  found 
Dwells  on  his  dying  lips)  "  Forgive;" 
And  every  groan  and  gaping  wound 
Cries,  "  Father,  let  the  rebels  live." 

5  Go,  you  that  red  upon  the  law, 
And  toil  and  feek  falvation  there, 
Look  to  the  flame  that  Mofes  law, 
And  fhrink,  and  tremble,  and  defpair. 

S  But  I'll  retire  beneath  the  crofs, 
Saviour  at  thy  dear  feet  I  lie  ; 
And  the  keen  fword  that  juflice  draws. 
Flaming  and  red,  (hall  pafs  me  by. 


AFTER    SERMON. 
\i5.     Long  Metre.      The  Coll.     J, 
Invitatiqp-s'  2     •** 

j    QINNERS,  obey  the  gofpel  word, 
&  Hade  to  the  fupper  of  your  Lord  ; 
Be  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day  ; 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

a  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own 
And  kifs  his  late  returning  fon  ; 
Ready  the  loving  Saviour  (lands, 
And  fpreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  \ovc9 
Juft  now  the  flony  heart  to  move  : 

T*  apply,  and  witnefs  with  that  blood,  '. 
And  wall),  and  feal  you  fons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 

To  triumph  in  your  bleft  eftate  : 

Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praife 

The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace.     v 
«~ 

5  Come  then,  ye  finners,  to  your  Lord, 
To  happinefs  in  Chrift  refror'd  ; 

His  preffer'd  benefits  embrace, 
And  tafte  the  fulnefs  of  his  grace. 


I 

;  136  AFTER    SERMON. 

146.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts-     J. 
The  almojl  Chr'ifl'ian. 

i    T3  Road  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
•*-*  And  thoufands  walk  together  there. 
But  wifdom  fhews  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

a  Deny  thyfelf,  and  take  thy  crofs, 
;    Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ! 
.Nature  muffc  count  her  gold  but  drofs, 
If  me  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  foul,  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  efteemed  almoft  a  faint,  I 

And  makes  his  own  damnation  fure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  falfe  apodates  never  knew. 

J  47.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     (Pf.  5.1.)     JK 
True  Penitence. 

SHEW  pity,  Lord!  O  Lord,  forgive* 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  iinner  truft  in  thee  ? 


AfTER  SfiRMON.  1  $7 

g  My  crimes  arc  great,  but  don't  furpais 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God  !  thy  nature  has  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wafli  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  eontcience  clean  j 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  pad  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  ihame  my  fins  confefs, 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace  5 
Lord,  mould  thy  judgment  grow  feverc, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet,  (live  a  trembling  fmner,  Lord, 
Whofehope,ililJhovYmground  thy  word* 
Would  light  of  fome  fweet  promife  there. 

Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair. 

[147.]     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Thejlony  Heart. 

1  f\  \  FOR  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
^  To  take  this  ftubbom  flone  away 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rent ;  the  earth  can  quake ; 
The  feas  can  roar ;  the  mountains  fhake^ 


J  38  AFTER  SERMON. 

Of  feeling  all  things  (hew  fome  fign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  forrows  thou  had  felt, 
Dear  Lord  an  adamant  would  melt : 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  oi-  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments  too  unmov'd  I  hear, 
(Amazing  thought!)  which  devils  fear: 
Goodnefs  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
To  ftir  this  flupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  fomething  yet  can  do  the  deed, 
And  that  dear  fomething  much  I  need  : 
O  !  may  thy  Spirit  now  refine 

From  drofs,  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

148.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Satan  repulftd. 

I  'HpISfalfe:   thou  vile  accurfer    go, 
-■-     I  fee  thro'  all  the  thin  difguife, 
Back  to  thy  native  realms  below, 


ics 


Thou  parent  of  deceit  and  1 

Think  not  to  drive  my  trembling  foul, 
Laden  with  guilt,  to  black  defpair ; 
Haft  thou  furveyed  the  facred  roll, 
And  found  my  name  not  writ  ten  there  £ 


AFTER   SERMON.  I39 

.3  Prefumptuous  thought !  to  fix  the  bound, 
To  limit  mercy's  fovereign  reign  : 
What  other  happy  fouls  have  found 
I'll  feek,  nor  fhall  1  feek  in  vain. 

4  I  own  my  guilt,  thy  charge  confefs, 
Nor  can  thy  malice  make  it  more  ; 
Of  crimes  already  numt^erlefs, 
Vain  the  attempt  to  fwell  the  fcore. 

5  Set  the  black  lift  before  my  fight ; 
While  1  remember  Jefus  dy'd, 
'Twill  only  urge  my  fpeedier  flight, 
To  feek  falvation  at  his  fide. 

6  Low  at  his  feet  I'll  caft  me  down, 
To  him  reveal  my  grief  and  fear  ; 
And  if  he  fpurns  me  from  his  throne, 
I'll  be  the  firft  who  perifli  there. 

149.    Long  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Remembering  our  Latter  end. 

i   "Vf  OW  m  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
-L^     Remember  your  Creator,  God  ; 
Behold,  the  months  comehaft'ning  on 
When  you  fhall  fay,  my  joys  are  gone, 

2  Behold,  the  aged  (inner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 


I40  AFTER   SERMON. 

Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  The  dud  returns  to  duft  again  ; 
The  foul  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Afcends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell ; 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  finks  to  hell ! 

4  Eternal  King !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  when  my  foul  muft  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love. 

150.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
The  love  of  Chrtjljljcd  abroad  in  the  heart. 

i    jO  Oinc,  dearefl  Lord,  defcend  &  dwell 
*-*'   By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  bread  ; 
Then  (hall  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

2  Come, fill  our  heartswith  inward  flrength 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  poflefs, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and 

length, 
Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace. 

^  Now  to  the  God  whofe  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wilhes  know. 


AFTER    SERMON.  141 

Be  everlafting  honour  done 

By  all  the  church,  thro'  Chrift  his  Son. 

151.     Long  Metre.      Hart.     J. 
i    JPVlfmifs  us  with  thy  bleffing  Lord, 
^-J   Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amifs,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

3  Tho*  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good  ; 
Walh  all  our  works  in  Jesu's  blood  ; 
Give  ev'ry  fetter'd  foul  releafe, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

152.      Long  Metre.      J. 

1      A  LL  gracious  God  thy  people  blefs, 
•**•  Enrich  their  fouls  with  ev'ry  grace; 
May  all  receive  thy  precious  word, 
Afcribing  glory  to  the  Lord. 

%  Let  carelefs  finners  now  attend, 
Before  the  means  and  life  {hall  end ! 
Excite  attention  to  thy  voice, 
And  bid  the  troubled  foul  rejoice. 

3  Tho'  from  thy  temple  we  depart, 
Yet  deign  to  dwell  in  ev'ry  heart ; 
Keep  us  in  all  our  ways,  and  be 
Our  portion  to  eternity. 


I42  AFTER   SERMON. 

153.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
The  Myjleries  of  Providence* 

i   T    ORD  how  myflerious  are  thy  ways ! 
-**-*   How  blind  are  we,  how  mean  our 

praife ! 
Thy  fteps  can  mortal  eyes  explore  ? 
Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

2  Thy  deep  decrees  from  creature  fight 
Are  hid  in  fhades  of  awful  night ; 
Amid  the  lines,  with  curious  eye, 
Not  angel-minds  prefume  to  pry. 

.3  Great  God  !  I  would  not  aik  to  fee 
What  in  futurity  fliall  be  ; 
If  light  and  blifs  attend  my  days, 
Then  let  my  future  hours  be  praife. 

4  Is  darknefs  and  diftrefs  my  fliare  ? 
Then  let  me  truft  thy  guardian  care ; 
Enough  for  me,  if  love  divine 

At  length  thro'  every  cloud  mail  fhine. 

5  Yet  this  my  foul  defires  to  know, 
Be  this  my  only  wifh  below, 

That  Chrift  is  mine  ;  this  great  requefl: 
Grant,  bounteous  God,  and  I  am  bled. 


AFTER    SERMON.  143 

154.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
A  Prayer. 

i   T>  E  with  me  Lord,  where  'er  I  go  ; 
•*-*  Learn  me  what  thou  wouldfl  have 

me  do  ; 
Suggeft  whate'er  I  think  or  fay  ; 
Direct  me  in  the  narrow  way. 

2  Prevent  me,  led  I  harbour  pride, 
Left  I  in  my  own  drength  confide  ; 
Shew  me  my  weaknefs,  let  me  fee 

I  have  my  power,  my  All,  from  thee. 

3  Enrich  me  always  with  thy  love ; 
My  kind  Protector  ever  prove  ; 
Thy  fignet  put  upon  my  bread, 
And  let  thy  Spirit  on  me  red. 

4  AITid,  and  teach  me  how  to  pray  ; 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey  ; 

What  thou  abhor'd,  that  let  me  flee, 
And  only  love  what  pleafes  thee. 

5  O  may  I  never  do  my  will, 

But  thine,  and  only  thine  fulfil ; 
Let  all  my  time  and  all  my  wa\  s 
Be  fpent  and  ended  in  thy  praiie. 


144  AFTER   SERMON, 

\55.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J, 
To  the  Holy  Gbofl. 

1  QTAY,  thou  infulted  Spirit,  flay; 
^5   Tho'  I  have  done  thee  fuch  defpite, 
Caft  not  a  finner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlafting  flight. 

2  Tho'  I  have  moft  unfaithful  been, 
Of  all,  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd  ; 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  feen, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  griev'd, 

3  But  O  !  the  chief  of  fmners  fpare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Pried  ; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  fwear 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  reft. 

4  If  yet  thou  canft  my  fins  forgive, 
E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes  ^ 
Into  thy  reft  of  love  receive, 

And  blefs  me  with  a  calm  repofe. 

5  E'en  now  my  weary  foul  releafe, 
And  raife  me  by  thy  gracious  hand ; 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 


AFTER    SERMON.  1 45 

156.  Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 

Insonjlancy. 

LORD  Jefus,  when,  when  fhall  it  be 
That  I  no  more  fhall  break  with  thee; 
When  will  this  war  of  paffion  ceafe, 
And  my  free  ibul  enjoy  thy  peace  ? 

Here  1  repent  and  fin  again  ; 
Now  I  revive,  and  now  am  flain  ; 
Slain  by  the  fame  unhappy  dart, 
Which  O !  too  often  wounds  my  heart  1 

0  Saviour,  when,  when  (hall  I  be 
A  garden  feal'd  to  all  but  thee  ? 
No  more  expos'd,  no  more  undone. 
But  live  and  grow  to  thee  alone  ? 

Guide  thou,  Q  Lord,  guide  thou  my 

courfe, 
And  draw  me  on  with  thy  fweet  force; 
Still  make  me  walk,  Hill  make  me  tend 
By  thee,  my  way,  to  God  my  end. 

157.  Short  Metre.      (Pf.  25.)     J. 

Dijlrefs  of  Soul. 

MINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
Are  ever  to  the  Lord  : 

1  love  to  plead  his  promifes, 

And  reft  upon  his  word* 


146  AFTER  SERMON.     • 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near ; 

When  will  thy  hand  releafe  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  fnare. 

3  'When  fhall  the  fov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Reiforc  me  from  thole  dang'rous  wrays 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  increafe  my  woe  \     -    . 

My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  With  every  morning  light 
My  forrow  now  begins ; 

Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain. 
And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

15S.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 

The  Pajjio^  and  Exaltation  of  Chrift. 

1  jO  OME  all  harmonious  tongues 
V>   Your  nobleft  mufic  bring  : 

'Tis  Chriil  the  everiafting  God, 
And  Chrift  the  man  we  img. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flefa 
To -take  away  our  guilt  j 


AFTER    SERMON.  I  47 

Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood 
That  hellifh  monfters  fpilt. 

Down  to  the  fhades  of  death 
He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 
Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 
The  Crofs  and  nails  no  more  ; 
For  hell  itfelf  makes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 

Here  the  Redeemer  fits, 
High  on  the  Father's  throne  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 

159.     Short  Metre.    The  Coll.     J. 
Chr'ijl  Juftifies  and  Sanft'Jies.     John  xix.  24. 

1\  It  Y  Saviour's  pierced  fide 
-«-VX   Pour'd  out  a  double  flood  j 
By  water  we  are  purify'd, 
And  pardon'd  by  thy  blood. 

Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him 
Whofe  death  was  thy  defer t ; 
And  humbly  view  the  living  ftrtMin 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

1  2 


I48  AFTER  SERMON. 

3  There  on  the  curfed  tree 
In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 

Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

4  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
By  water  and  by  blood  ; 

And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame* 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good. 

5  Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin* 
Nor  let  thy  grace  depart ; 

Great  Comforter,  abide  within* 
And  witnefs  to  my  heart. 

160.      Short  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Grace  from.     Eph.  ii.  5. 

t       f^  RACE!  'tis  a  charming  found* 
^-Jr   Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  (hall  refound, 
And  all  the  earth  (hall  hear. 

2  Grace  firfi:  contriv'd  a  way 
To  fave  rebellious  man  ; 

And  all  the  fteps  that  grace  difplay, 
Which  drew  the  wond'rous  plan, 

3  Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  ; 


AFTER    SERMON.  149 

And  new  fupplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  prefling  on  to  God. 

Grace  all  the  work  mall  crown, 
Thro*  everlalting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmofl  (tone ; 
And  well  deferves  the  praife. 

161.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Doddridge.     J. 
DifmiJ/ion. 

NOW  let  our  voices  join, 
To  form  a  facred  fong ; 
Ye  Pilgrims  in  Jehovah's  ways 
With  mufic  pafs  along. 

All  honour  to  his  name, 
Who  marks  the  mining  way; 
To  him,  who  leads  the  wanderers  on 
To  realms  -of  endlefs  day. 

162.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Faith  in  Chr'tj}  our  Sacrifice* 

1STOT  all  the  blood  of  beads, 
-*-^     On  Jewifli  altars  flam, 
Could  give  the  guilty  confcience  peace, 
Or  wafh  away  one  (lain. 

B'.u  Chrift  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  ail  our  fins  away ; 


I50  AFTER   SERMON". 

A  facriike  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  its  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  (land, 
And  there  confefs  my  fin. 

4  My  foul  locks  back  to  fee, 
The  burdens  thou  didft  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice. 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 

163.     Short  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 

1  A  WAKE,  and  fing  the  fong 

■*•*■   Of  [Vlofes*  and  the  Lamb; 
Wake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
To  praife  the  Saviour's  name. 

1       Sing  of  his  dying  love, 
Sing  of  his  rifmg  power ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  thofe  whofe  fins  he  bore. 


AFTER    SERMON.  T5I 

Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 
Afcending  with  our  tongues  ; 
Sing  till  the  love  of  fin  departs, 
And  grace  inipires  our  forigs. 

Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
Ye  ranfomVi  finners  ling ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
In  Clirifl  th'  eternal  King. 

Soon. (hall  ye  hear  him  fay, 
"  Ye  blefTed  children  come  ;" 
Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

164.     Short  Metre.     (Ff.  99.)     J- 
Chrifc's  Kingdom  and  Mojefty. 

HP  HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
■*-     Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 

Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord; 
Bright  Cherubs  his  attendants  (land, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

In  Zion  is  his  throne, 
His  honours  are  divine ; 


I52  AFTER    SERMON. 

His  church  (hall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  fliine. 

4       How  holy  is  his  name  !% 
How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

165.     Short  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 

1  |^\NCE  more  before  we  part 
^^  We'll  blefs  the  Saviour's  names- 
Record  his  mercies  ev'ry  heart, 

Sing  ev'ry  tongue  the  fame. 

2  Hoard  up  his  facred  word, 
And  feed  thereon,  and  grow ; 

Go  on  to  feek  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  practice  what  you  know. 

166.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 

Complaint  of  Ingratitude. 

t        TS  this  the  kind  return, 

■*•    And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe? 
Thus  to  abule  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  bleffings  flow  ! 

2       To  what  a  ftubborn  frame, 
Hath  fm  reduc'd  our  mind ! 


AFTER    SERMON.  1 53 

What  ftrange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  Urangely  kind  ! 

Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God  ! 
And  mould  our  fouls  afreih  ; 
Break,  fov'rcign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of 
And  give  us  hearts  of  fiefh.     (done, 

Let  old  ingratitude 
Provoke  our  weeping  eyes ; 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 

If  7.      Short  Metre.      J. 
Difmffion. 

"KTOW,  Lord,  thybleffingadd 
-*-^    To  what  our  ears  have  heard : 
Pardon  what  thou  haft  feen  amifs, 
The  truth  let  be  rever'd. 

May  ev'ry  foul  improve 
Thy  meffages  of  grace, 
Before  our  time  fhail  ceafe  to  be, 
And  we  fhall  end  our  race. 

Keep  us  from  ev'ry  harm, 
Efpecially  from  fin ; 
Direct  us  in  the  way  of  peace. 
And  fafe  to  glery  bring. 

1  3 


J 


154  BAPTISM. 

16&.     Long  Metre.     T)r.  Watts.     A 

i    T^V  O  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 
-*-^  That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord; 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
;Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin  ? 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 

Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death: 
So  from  the  grave  did  Chrifc  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  ikies. 

No  more  let  fin  or  fatan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flefh  again  ; 
The  various  lulls  we  ferv'd  before. 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more* 

169.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts,     jt. 
The  Commj/pon. 

1   'r  I  s  Was  the  ccmmiiiion  of  our  Lord, 
-*■  Go,  teach  the  nations  and  baptize; 
The  nations  have  received  the  word, 
Since  he  afcended  to  the  ikies. 

i   Repent  and  be  baptiz'd,  he  faith, 
For  the  remhTion  of  your  fins ; 
And  thus  our  fenfe  aififts  our  faith, 
And  ihews  us  what  the  Gofpel  means* 


BAPTISM".  155 

3  Our  fouls  hewafhes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  dean  ; 
Thus  are  our  natures  purify'd 
From  the  defiling  llains  of  fin, 

4  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 
And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  ; 
O  may  the  great  eternal  Three 

In  Heaven  our  folemn  vows  record. 

170.     ComiT-iOn  Metre.      8.  Stennett.     A* 

i  r  FTlus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd 
In  Jordan's  fwelling  flood  ; 
To  (hew  he'd  one  day  be  baptiz'd 
In  tears,  in  fweat  and  blood. 

2  Thus  was  his  facred  body  laid 

Beneath  the  yielding  wave  ; 
Thus  was  his  facred  body  rais'd 
Out  of  the  liquid  grave. 

3  When  lo!  from  realms  of  light  and  blifs, 

The  heavenly  Dove  comes  down, 
Lights  on  his  venerable  head, 
Which  rays  of  glory  crown. 

4  While  his  eternal  Father's  voice 

An  awful  joy  excites ; 


I  $6  BAPTISM-. 

"  This  is  my  well  beloved  Son, 
"  In  whom  my  foul  delights.** 

5  Lord,  thy  own  precept  we  obey, 
In  thy  own  footfteps  tread  ; 
We  die,  are  bury'd,  rife  with  thee 
From  regions  of  the  dead. 

171.     Long  Metre.     Newport  Coll.     A, 

i   r  I  ^HE  great  Redeemer  we  adore, 
-*-  Who  came  the  loll  to  feek  and  five; 
Went  humbly  down  from  Jordan's  fhore, 
To  find  a  tomb  beneath  a  wave. 

1  Thus  it  becomes  us  to  fulfil 

All  righteoufnefs,  he  meekly  laid  ; 
Why  fhould  we  then  to  do  his  will 
Or  be  afham'd,  or  be  afraid'? 

3  With  thee  into  thy  wat'ry  tomb, 
Lord,  'tis  our  glory  to  defcend ; 

*Tis  wondrous  p-race  £hat  pives  us  room 
To  lie  interr'd  with  fuch  a  friend. 

4  But  a  much  more  tempeftuous  flood 
O'erwhelm'd  thy  body  and  thy  foul  : 
That's  piung'd  in  tears  &  fweat  &  blood, 
And  over  this  black  terrors  roil. 


BAPTISM.  1 5J 

5  Yet  as  the  yielding  waves  give  way, 
To  let  us  fee  the  light  again  ; 
So,  on  thy  refurre&ion  day, 
The  bands  of  death  prov'd  weak  &  vain. 

172.    Long  Metre.    Altered  by  B.  Francis.    J. 
Babtifm.     Not  AJbamed  of  Chrlft. 

i    JESUS  !  and  mall  it  ever  he  ? 
**    A  mortal  man  afham'd  of  thee  ! 
Afham'd  of  thee,  v.  horn  angels  praife, 
Whofe  glories  fhine  thro'  endlefs  days ! 

2  Afham'd  of  Jefus !   fooner  far 
Let  evening  blufh  to  own  a  flar ; 
lie  (lieds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  foul  of  mine. 

3  Afham'd  of  Jefus!  jufl  as  foon 
Let  midnight  be  afham'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  foul  till  He, 
Bright  morning-ftar !   bid  darknefs  flee. 

4  Afham'd  of  Jefus  !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  Heaven  depend  I 
No  ;    when  1  blulh — be  this  my  ihame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 


15$  BAPTISM. 

5  Amam'd  of  Jefus !  Yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guik  to  wafli  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  foul  to  fave. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boafling  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boafl  a  Saviour  llain  ! 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Chrifl  is  not  afhamM  of  mc. 

173.     Long  Metre.     S.  Stennett.     J. 
At  Bapttfm. 

1  Q  EE  how  the  willing  converts  trace 
^  The  path  their  great  Redeemer  trod; 
And  follow  thro'  his  liquid  grave 

The  meek,  the  lovely  Son  of  God ! 

2  Here  they  renounce  their  former  deeds? 
And  to  a  heavenly  life  afpire ; 

Their  rags  for  glorious  robes  exchang'd, 
They  mine  in  clean  and  bright  attire. 

3  O  facred  Rite !  by  thee  the  name 
Of  Jefus  we  to  own  begin  : 
This  h  our  refurreclion  pledge, 
Pledge  of  the  pardon  of  our  fin. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high  be  given, 
Who  mews  his  grace  to  iduful  men } 


BAPTISM.  1^9 

Let  faints  on  earth  and  hofts  in  heav'n 
In  concert  join  their  loud  Amen. 

174.     Long  Metre.     Trivett.     A. 

NOW  keep  me  ftedfaft,  dearcft  Lord, 
That  I  may.  ferve  thee  with  regard, 
As  one  baptiz'd  in  thine  own  way, 
And  never  let  me  from  thee  ftray. 

Lord,  give  me  ftrength  for  evVy  day, 
To  do  thy  will,  rejoice  and  pray  ; 
Long  have  I  liv'd  and  did  not  know 
My  ftrength  mull  all  from  Jesus  flow. 

The  work  that  he  hath  wrought  for  us> 
Doth  teftify  it  mud  be  thus  ; 
Come  praife  the  Lord,  'tis  he  I  know, 
And  of  his  mercy  mare  below. 

Come  Lord,  come  quickly,  come  away* 
Come  quickly,  Lord,  and  with  me  (lay  \ 
Come  Lord,  and  feed  me  with  the  Iheep, 
And  from  henceforth  forever  keep 

Me  where  thy  fweetefl:  paftures  be, 
Till  thou  (halt  take  me  up  to  thee ; 
Till  then,  when  on  my  knees  I  cry, 
Lord  hear  my  prayer,  fend  quick  fupply. 


l6o  BAPTISM. 


175.     Short  Metre.     Newport  Coll.    A, 

IN  fuch  a  grave  as  this 
The  meek  Redeemer  lay, 
When  He,  our  fouls-  to  feek  and  fave, 
Learn'd  humbly  to  obey. 

See  how  the  fpotlefs  Lamb 
Defcends  into  the  ftream  ! 
And  teaches  Tinners  not  to  fcorn 
What  him  fo  well  became. 


His  body  fanc"Hfies 
The  felutary  flood, 
And  teaches  us  to  plunge  our  fouls 
In  th'  fountain  of  his  blood. 

Oh !  finners  wafh  away 
Your  fins  of  crimfon  dye  ; 
Bury'd  with  him,  your  fins  mall  all 
In  dark  oblivion  lie. 

Rife  and  afcend  with  him, 
A  heavenly  life  to  lead, 
Who  came  to  refcue  guilty  men 
From  regions  of  the  dead. 


AT   TH£   LORD'S  SUPPER.  l£l 

176.    Common  Metre.     Dr.  J.  Stennett.     J. 

ORD,  at  thy  Table  I  behold 
"■^   The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
But  mod  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place. 

2  (I  that  am  all  defil'd  with  fin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God, 
I  that  have  crucify'd  his  Son 
And  trampled  on  his  blood.) 

3  What  ftrangc  furprifing  grace  is  this, 

That  fuch  a  foul  has  room  ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
My  Jefus  bids  me  come. 

'  ^at'  9  my  fri^ds,  the  Saviour  cries, 

1  lie  feafl  was  made  for  you  ; 
For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  drd 
And  rofe,  and  triumph'd  too.'' 

5  Withtremb!ingfaith,andbleeding  hearts, 
jr  ^ord  we  accept  thy  love  : 
'  Li*  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had 
What  wiil  it  'be  above. 
f   Yc  faints  below,  and  hofts  of  Heav'n, 
Join  ail  your  praifmg  pcw'rs  : 


l6l  LORD*S   supper, 


No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 

No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 
Had  I  ten  thoufand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee  ; 
Had  I  ten  thoufand  tongues,  they  all 

Should  join  the  harmony. 

\77.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  S.  S.tennett.    j. 
My  Flejh  is  Meat  indeed,  John  vi.  65. 

HERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet 
To  feed  on  food  divine  ; 
Thy  Body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

;  He  that  prepares  this  ricfr  repaft 
Himfelf  comes  down  and  dies, 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feaii 
Upon  the  facrifice. 

j  Sure  there  was  never  love  fo  free, 
Dear  Saviour,  fo  divine  ; 
Well  thou  may'ft  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  fo  much  to  thine. 
J.  Yes,  thou  malt  furely  have  my  hearty 
My  foul,  my  ftrength,  my  all ; 
With  life  itfelf  I'll  freely  part, 
My  Jefus,  at  thy  call. 


load's  supper.  16? 

WS.     Common  Metre.      Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Chr'tJFs  dying  Love. 

1  T  TOW  condefcending  and  how  kind 
J-  -*■   Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 

Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heavenly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  This  was  companion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

3  Now  tho'  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  dill  as  great : 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 

4  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  piere'd  the  Lord. 

179.    Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.    J. 
Pardon  and  Strength  from  Chr'ijl. 

i   "C1  ATHER  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace^ 
-*-     To  fee  thy  glories  fhine  ; 
The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs. 
And  make  the  feaft  divine. 

K 


164  '       LORD'S  SUPPER. 

2  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heav'nly  bread, 

We  drink  the  facred  cup ; 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fed, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  fliall  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  lhall  be  ilrong  to  run  the  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  iky  ! 
Chrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace, 
He  bought  a  large  fupply. 

ISO.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J, 
Divine  Glories  and  Graces, 

1  XJ  OW  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd ! 
-*-  1  Great  God,  how  bright  they  mine ! 
While  at  tjiy  word  we  break  the  bread, 

And  pour  the  flowing  wine ! 

2  Here  thy  revenging  juftice  ftands, 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  laving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands-, 
L?ke  jefus  on  the  crofs. 

j  Tjiy.  faints  attend  with  every  grace 
Oa  tiiis  great  facrifice  •> 


LORD'S  SUPPER.  1  65 

And  love  appears  with  cheerful  Face, 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  poflure  fits, 

To  heaven  directs  her  fight ; 
Here  ev'ry  warmer  paffion  meets, 
And  warmer  powers  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 

And  riling  fin  deftroy  ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight? 

Let  fin  forever  die  ; 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 

181.     Long  Metre.     Steele.     J. 
A  dying  Saviour. 

i    Q  Trech'd  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  dies ; 
^   Hark!  his  expiring  groans  arife! 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  'his  fide, 
Runs  down  the  facred  crimfon  tide. 

2  But  life  attends  the  death ful  found, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound; 
The  vital  ftream  how  free  it  flows, 
To  fave  and  cleanfe  his  rebel  foes* 

K  2 


l66  LORD'S  SUPPEK. 

3  To  fufTer  in  the  traitor's  place, 
To  die  for  man,  furprifing  grace! 
Yet  pafs  rebellious  angels  by  ! 

O  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour,  why? 

4  And  didfl  thou  bleed,  for  finners  bleed$ 
And  could  the  Sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
No  ;  he  withdrew  his  finking  ray, 
And  darknefs  veiled  the  mourning  day*. 

5  Can  I  furvey  this  fcene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow* 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain^ 
Infenfible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

6  Come,  dearefl  Lord*  thy  power  impart 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  flupid  heart  -9 
Till  all  its  powers  and  paflions  move 

In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 

182.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watis.     J. 
The  Spirit,   Water  and  Blood.      I  John  v.  6. 

1  T    ET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
•*— '   To  praife  our  God  on  high, 

Who  from  his  bofom  fent  his  Son, 
To  fetch  us  Grangers  nigh. 

2  Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 

To  fing  the  Saviour's  name  j 


lord's  SUPPER,  l6j 

jefus,  th'  ambaffador  of  peace, 
How  cheerfully  he  came  ! 

It  coft  him  cries  and  tears 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 

To  make  the  payment  good. 
Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him 

Whofe  death  was  thy  defert, 
And  humbly  view  the  living  ftream 

Flow  from  his  breaking  heart* 

There  on  the  curfed  tree, 
In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree., 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

Thus  the  Redeemer  came., 
By  water  and  by  blood  : 
And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame. 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good. 

183.     Short  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 

f^  OME,  O  my  foul,  and  fing 
^-^   How  Jefus  hath  thee  fed  ; 
How  Jefus  gave  himfelf  for  thee, 
The  true  and  living  bread. 

*  3 


i68  lord's  supper* 

2  I  love  my  Saviour  Chrift  ; 
His  grace  did  freely  move, 

And  juftly  my  affections  claim  ; 
I  cannot  help  but  love. 

3  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ; 
I  gladly  thee  adore  : 

O  may  I  never  turn  again  ! 
But  love  thee  more  and  more. 

4  O  raife  my  feeble  frame  ; 
My  little  flock  improve : 

Increafe  my  ardor  day  by  day, 
And  change  me  all  to  love. 


184.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 

i   HP  HE  Lord,  how  glorious  is  his  face 
•*■     How  kind  his  fmiles  appear ! 
And  O  !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear ! 

2  "  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 
"  It  was  for  you  I  died  ; 
u  Behold  my  bleeding  hands  and  feet, 
"^And  look  into  my  fide. 


lord's  supfeh.  169 

3  Thefe  arc  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
From  mifery  and  chains. 

4  When  hell,  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rs, 

Stood  dreadful  in  the  way  ; 
To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours, 
I  gave  my  own  away. 

5  But  while  I  bled,  &  groan'd,  and  died, 

1  ruin'd  fatan's  throne ; 
High  on  the  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy'd 
The  monfter  tumbling  down. 

6  Victorious  God  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  fo  divine  ? 
Here,  Lord,  we  give  our  fouls  away, 
To  be  for  ever  thine. 


185.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  22.)     A, 


i  "TVfOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage. 
-^    O  Lord,  protect  thy  Son  ; 
Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone. 

K  4 


170  lord's  supper. 

2  Thus  did  our  fuffering  Saviour  pray* 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears ; 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day* 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vicVry  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip,  or  ftiall  die. 

4  A  num'rous  offspring  mud  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans  : 
They  mall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  mall  fee 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  fhallbe 
With  joys  immortal  fcd. 


RECEIVING  A  MEMSEl,    &c.  171 

Common  Metre.      Trivett.     sf. 
Receiving  a  Member  into  the  Church. 

i    /^*  OME  in,  ye  blclTed  of  our  God, 
^-^    Come  join  the  children  here  ; 
Wafli'd  in  our  dying  Saviour's  blood, 
For  Jefus  now  appear. 

2  Fellowfhip  with  us  partake, 

Since  room  is  found  within, 
By  Chi  iit  prepared  for  fi.ck  and  weak9 
And  cleanflng  from  their  fin! 

3  Stay  not  within  the  wildernefs, 

Nor  waiting  at  the  door  5 
Come,  Jefus  will  your  wants  redrefs, 
Were  they  ten  thoufand  more. 

4  The  fick  he  leads,  the  filthy  cleanfe, 

The  guilty  and  diflrefs'd 
lie  pardons,  he  forgives  their  fins, 
And  gives  the  weary  reft. 

5  We've  tafted  of  his  grace,  and  know 

His  ordinances  all ; 
As  breads  of  consolations  flow, 
With  peace  for  great  and  fmall.     . 

*  5 


172  lord's  supper. 

187.     Common  Metre.      Hart.     A. 

i   'T1  H  ATdoleful  night  before  his  death, 
•*•     The  Lamb  for  linners  (lain 
Did,  almoft  with  his  lateft  breath, 
This  folemn  feaft  ordain. 

z  To  keep  thy  feaft,  Lord,  are  we  met, 
And  to  remember  thee  ; 
Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, 
For  me,  he  died,  for  me. 

3  Thy  fufPrings,  Lord,  each  facred  fign 

To  our  remembrance  brings  : 
We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine, 
But  think  on  nobler  things. 

4  O  !  tune  our  tongues,  and  fet  and  frame 

Each  heart  that  pants  to  thee 
To  fing,   H.  Hofanna  to  the  Lamb, 
"  The  Lamb  that  died  for  me." 

188.     Common  Metre.     I.  Stenoett.     J. 

i    TESUS,  O  word  divinely  fweet ! 
**    How  charming  is  the  found  ! 
What  joyful  news !  what  heavenly  fenfe 
In  that  dear  name  is  found  ! 

2  Our  fouls,  all  guilty  and  condemn'd, 
In  hopelefs  fetters  lay  ; 


J7.3 

Our  fouls,  with  numerous  iins  deprav'd, 
To  death  and  hell  a  prey. 

3  Jesus,  to  purge  away  this  guilt, 

A  willing  victim  fell, 
And  on  his  crofs  triumphant  broke 
.  The  bands  of  death  and  hell. 

4  Our  foes  were  mighty  to  deftroy  ; 

He  mighty  was  to  fave  : 
He  died,  but  could  not  long  be  held 
A  prifoner  to  the  grave. 

-^  Jesus,  who  mighty  art  to  fave, 
Still  pufh  thy  conquefts  en  ; 
Extend  the  triumphs  of  thy  crofsj 
Whene'er  the  fun  has  fhone. 

6  O  Captain  of  falvation  !  make 
Thy  power  and  mercy  known  ; 
'Till  crouds  of  willing  converts  come 
And  worfhip  at  thy  throne. 

189.    Long  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.     A. 

i  OR.D,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are* 

-^-i   How  heav'nly  is  the  place, 
Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feaft 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 


174 

a  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 

And  fweeteft  glories  fhine ; 
There  Jefus  fays  "  that  I  am  his, 

"  And  my  beloved's  mine." 

3  "  Here  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord* 

"  And  fnews  his  wounded  fide) 
"  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
"  That  open'd  when  I  died  !" 

4  He  fmiles  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  ; 
"  All  this  (fays  he)  1  bore  for  thee," 
And  then  he  fmiles  again. 

5  What  fhall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 

For  grace  fo  vafl  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes 
And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 


190.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 

i    /^OME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
^^    With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thoufand,  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys,  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  thatdy'd,"  they  cry, 
"  To  be  exalted  thus  $" 


LORD'S  SUPPER.  I  75 

u  Worthy  the  Lamb/'  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  flain  for  us.,, 

g  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine ; 
And  bleffings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be  Lord  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  fky, 

And  air,  and  earth  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife* 

5  Let  all  creation  join  in  one, 

To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

191.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 

1  "\\T  Hen  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs, 

*  *    On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richefl  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride* 

2  Forbid  it  Lord  that  I  fhould  boaft, 
Save  in  the  crofs  of  Chrifl  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  raoft 
I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 


ij6  lord's  supper. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 
Sorrow  and  love,  flow  mingled  down  !     - 
Did  e'er  fuch  love,  fuch  forrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmallj 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  -my  alL 

192.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A, 

i     |*ESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  feet ; 
•J    Thy  table  is  divinely  flor'd  ; 
Thy  facred  flefh  our  fouls  have  eat, 
'Tis  living  bread,  we  thank  the  Lord, 

2  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood, 
We  thank  thee,  Lord, 'tis  gen'rous  wine, 
Mingled  with  love  ;  the  fountain  flow'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine, 

3  On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found. 
For  thy  dear  flefh  is  heav'nly  food  ; 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  world  around, 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good, 

4  Carnal  provifions  can  at  beft 

But  cheer  the  heart  or  warm  the  head  \ 


/ 

lord's  supper.  177 

But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  tafte 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Joy  to  the  Matter  of  the  feaft  ; 
His  name  our  fouls  for  ever  blefs  ; 
To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Prieft, 
Aloud  hofanna  round  the  place. 

193.     Long  Metre.     Lyric  Poems.     A, 
A  Heeding  Saviour. 

1  "WHAT  heavenly  man,  or  lovely  God, 
Comes  marching  downward  from  the 
ArrayMin  garmentsrolPd  in  blood,  (ikies 
With  joy  and  pity  in  his  eyes  ? 

a  The  Lord  !  the  Saviour  !  yes,  'tis  he, 
I  know  him  by  the  fmiles  he  wears  -, 
Dear  glorious  Man  that  dy'd  for  me, 
Drench'd  deep  in  agonies  and  tears! 

.3  Lo,  he  reveals  his  fliining  bread  ; 
I  own  thefe  wounds,  and  I  adore  : 
Lo,  he  prepares  a  royal  feaft, 
Sweet  fruit  of  the  lharp  pangs  he  bore. 

4   Whence  flow  thefe  favours  fo  divine  ! 
Lord  !   why  fo  lavifh  of  thy  blood  ? 
Why  for'fuch  earthly  fouls  as  mine, 
This  heav'nly  flefh,  this  facred  food  ? 


Ijr8    CONSTITUTION  OF  A  C^HURCH. 

5  'Twas  his  own  love  that  made  him  bleed, 
That  nail'd  him  to  the  curfed  tree ; 
'Twas  his  own  love  this  table  fpread, 
For  fuch  unworthy  worms  as  we. 

6  Then  let  us  tafte  the  Saviour's  love, 
Come  faith,  and  feed  upon  the  Lord  ; 
With  glad  confent  our  lips  mall  move, 
And  fweet  hofannas  crown  the  board. 

194.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  132.)     J. 
Conjltiution  of  a  Church. 

1  A  RISE,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 
•**■  And  enter  to  thy  red, 

Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

3  Here  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 

Blefs  the-  provifion  of  thy  houfe, 

And  iill  thy  poor  with  bread. 


CONSTITUTION    OF   A    CHURCH.     1J(J 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  ihine  > 
Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  throne  ; 

Aud  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefti  honours  fhall  adorn  his  crown. 
And  ihame  confound  his  foes. 


\'J5.     Lenox;  &c.  Dr.  Doddridge.     J. 

i   f^  REAT  Father  of  mankind, 
^J    We  blefs  that  wondrous  Grace, 
Which  could  f^r  Gentiles  find 
Within  thy  courts  a  place  : 
How  kind  the  care  our  God  difplays, 
For  us  to  raife  a  houfe  of  prayer. 

i  Tho'  once  edranged  far, 

We  now  approach  the  throne  ; 
For  Jesus  brings  us  near, 
And  makes  our  caufehis  own : 
.    Strangers  no  more  to  thee  we  come, 
And  find  our  home  and  reft  fecure. 


To  thee  our  fouls  we  join, 
And  love  thy  (acred  name  ; 


l8o        CONSTITUTION  OF  A  CHURCH. 

No  more  our  own  but  thine, 
We  triumph  in  thy  claim  ; 
Our  Father  King,  the  covenant  grace 
Our  fouls  embrace,  thy  titles  fing. 

4  May  all  the  nations  throng 
To  woruhip  in  thy  houfe  ; 
And  thou  attend  the  fong, 
And  fmile  upon  their  vows  \ 
Indulgent  (till, 
'Till  earth  confpire 
To  join  the  choir? 
On  Zion'shilK 

195.     Proper  Metre.     2  of  6  &  i  of  3,  5c  ditto, 

(Pf.    12  2.)      A, 

i    TTOW  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I, 
-*-  -*•   To  hear  che  people  cry, 

*c  Come  let  us  feek  our  God  to  day  P* 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 
We  hade  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  there  our  vows  and  honour  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round ^ 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 


CONSTITUTION  OF  CHURCHES. 

To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  nVd  his  royal  throne, 

And  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there ; 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  iinner  lad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fean 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  blefs  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft ; 

The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  bleffings  on  him  reft  ? 

197,     Long  Metre.     A. 

i    T    ORD  blefs  thy  faints  afTembled  \ 
•*-*   In  folemn  cov'nant  now  to  johij 
Unite  them  in  thy  holy  fear, 
And  in  thy  love  their  hearts  comb! 

2  May  they  thy  living  members  prove, 
Tho'  all  by  nature  once  were  dead 
Be  thou  their  Lord,  their  life,  their  I 
Their  hufband,  and  their  living  he 

L 


l82     CONSTITUTION  OF  CHURCHES. 

3  Thus  conftituted  may  they  be 
Part  of  thy  gen'ral  church  below; 
Yet  independent,  but  on  thee, 

For  thou  alone  their  wants  can  know. 

4  O  give  this  church  a  large  increafe 
Of  fuch  as  thou  wilt  own  and  blefs ; 
Lord  fill  their  gates  with  joy  and  peace, 
And  clothe  them  with  thy  righteoufnefs* 

5  Make  her  a  garden  wall'd  with  grace, 
A  temple  built  for  God  below  ; 
Where  thy  bleft  faints  may  fee  thy  face; 
And  fruits  of  thy  blefs'd  Spirit  grow. 

ORDINATION. 

U<8.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
The  ejfufion  of  the  Spirit  :  or  the  fuccefi  of  the  Gofptl 

i   f^  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 
v-P    When  the  divine  difciples  met ; 
While  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  power  to  give,  and  power  to  iave 


ORDINATION.  1  S3 

Furnifh'd  their  tongues  with  wond'rou* 

words, 
Inftead  of  fhields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  the  champions  forth 
From  eaft  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  north: 
"  Go,  and  afTert  your  Saviour's  caufe; 
"  Go,  fpread  the  myft'ry  of  his  crofs. 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paifions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdued, 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  crofs. 

199.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
The  Comm'iffion. 

1  u  iO  O  preach   my  gofpeI3  faith  the 

^      "  Lord, 
"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive; 
'?  He  fhall  be  fav'd  that  trufts  my  word, 
"  He  fhall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

2  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 
"  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  ilia!'  end  ; 

J.  2 


4  ORDINATION. 

"  All  power  is  trufted  in  my  hands, 
"  I  can  deftroy,  and  I  defend." 
He  fpake,  and  light  fhone  round  hishead, 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode; 
They  to  the  fartheft  nations  fprcad 
The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 

200.     Common  Metre.     A. 

"THE  prefence  of  thy  grace  impart, 

And  blefs  thy  fervants,  Lord; 
Thy  glory  may  they  have  at  heart : 
•     And  guide  them  by  thy  word  ; 
That  whilft  by  prayer  and  folemn  hands 

Thy  fervant  they  ordain  ; 
They  may  refpecl  thy  blefs' d  commands, 

But  hold  traditions  vain.' 
O  may  this  fervant  fet  apart 

Thy  gofpel  to  proclaim, 
Ne'er  from  thofe  facred  truths  depart, 

Which  glorify  thy  name. 

If  ordinances  he  attend, 

O  make  thy  word  his  guide  j 

Nor  fuffer  him  e'er  to  depend 
On  any  rule  befide. 


ORDINATION.  1S5 

5  Then  mall  thy  gofpel,  Lord,  becrown'd 
With  a  divine  fuccefs: 
Thy  fervant  in  thy  grace  abound  ; 
And  thou  his  labours  blefs. 

201.     Common  Metre.     The  Goll.     A. 

i  ET  thy  devoted  fervant  go, 

-*— l   Thy  word,  Lord,  to  proclaim; 
Thine  only  righteoufnefs  to  (how, 
And  glorify  thy  name, 
s   Grant  him  thine  aid  to  fpeak  thy  word 
With  readinefs  each  hour: 
Attend  it  with  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
And  let  it  come  with  power. 

3  Open  the  hearts  of  ali  that  hear, 

To  make  their  Saviour  room  : 
O  let  them  find  redemption  near,        ^ 
Let  faith  by  hearing  come. 

4  Give  them  to  hear  the  word  as  thine, 

Thy  fervant  to  receive  ; 
Lord  prove  thy  truths  with  power  divine 
That  finners  may  believe. 
*  5  Then  (hall  thy  fervant  joyful  preach 
Thy  grace  fo  wide,  fo  free  ; 
Nor  ever  ceafe  the  ways  to  teach 
That  lead,  O  Loud,  to  thee. 
The  verfes  mat  U<j  v.i:  h  *  are  added  being  entirely  new. 

L3 


lS6  ORDINATION. 

202.  Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 

xTXTITH  all  thy  power,  O  Lord,  defend 
▼*    Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  com- 
mend ; 
A  faithful  minifter  fecure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure, 

2  Gird  him  with  all-fufficient  grace  ; 
Give  to  his  footfteps  paths  of  peace  ; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulnefs  fulfil ; 
Preferve  him,  Lord,'  from  ev'ry  ill. 

3  Before  his  face  protection  fend  ; 
O  love  him,  fave  him  to  the  end: 
Nor  let  him  as*  thy  pilgrim  rove, 
Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 

4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart j, 
In  him  thy  mighty  power  exert ; 
That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praife 
The  wonders  of  Redeeming  grace. 

203.  Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 


H 


OW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  (land  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 


ORDINATION.  187 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice! 

How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
cVxZion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
u  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here/' 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 
That  hear  this  joyful  found, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blelfed  are  our  eyes 
That  fee  this  heav'nly  light ! 

prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  Jong, 
But  died  without  the  fight ! 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 
And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 

AT  AN  ASSOCIATION. 

204.     Long  Metre.     Beddorae.     J. 

A  Praysr  for  Minfors. 

i   "C^l  HER  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear, 
-*-     Attentive  to  our  earned  prayer; 
We  plead  for  thofe  who  plead,  for  thee, 
-Successful  pleaders  may  they  be  ! 

l4 


l88  ASSOCIATION 

a  How  great  their  work3  how  vaft  their 
charge  ! 
Do  thou  their  anxious  fouls  enlarge; 
Their  befr  acquirements  are  our  gain, 
We  fhare  the  bleflfmgs  they  obtain. 

3  Clothe  then  with  energy  divine 
Their  words,  and  let  thofe  words  be  thine: 
To  them  thy  facred  truth  reveal, 
Supprefs  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

4  Teach  them  to  fow  the  precious  feed, 
Teach  them  thy  chofen  flock  to  feed : 
Teach  them  immortal  fouls  to  gain, 
Souls  which  will  well  reward  their  pain. 

5  Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  found \ 
In  humble  drains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  new  creating  power. 

6  Let  finners  break  their  maffy  chains, 
DiftrefTed  fouls  forget  their  pains ; 

Let  light  thro'  diftant  realms  be  fpread, 
And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head. 


Or   CHURCHES.  189 

Long  Metre.     Francis.     J. 
\jlers  abounding  in  the  Work  of  the  Lord. 

1  OEFORE  thy  throne,  eternal  King! 
— *  Thy  m  in  ill.  cis  their  tribute  bring, 
Their  tribute  of  united  praife, 

For  heav'nly  news  and  peaceful  days. 

2  We  fing  the  conquefh  of  thy  fword, 
And  publifh  loud  thy  healing  word  : 

hiie  angels  found  thy  glorious  name, 
Thyfaving  grace  our  lips  proclaim. 

3  Thy  various  fervice  we  efleem 

Our  fvveet  employ,  our  blifs  •jfupreroe  \ 
And,  while  we  feel  thy  heavenly  love, 
We  burn  like  feraphim  above. 

4  Nor  feraphs  there  can  ever  raife, 
With  us,  an  equal  fong  of  praife  : 
They  are  the  nobleft  work  of  Goo, 
But  we  the  purchafe  of  his  blood. 

t;  Still  in  thy  work  would  we  abound  ; 

rue  the  vine,  or  plough  the  ground : 
Thy  fheep  with  wholefbrne  pafture  feed, 
/ch  them  with  unwearied  heed. 

11  art  our  Lord,  our  life,  our  love, 
Oiu     i  ,  arid  a 


Ip/O  ASSOCIATION 

Thy  praife  fhall  be  our  bed  employ, 
Thy  prefence  our  eternal  joy. 

206.     Common  Metre.     Newport  Coll.     A. 
-     At  Meeting. 

i  TTTTELL  met,  dear  friends  in  Jem's 
VV  name, 

Come  let  us  now  rejoice, 
While  we  our  Saviour's  praife  proclaim 
With  cheerful  heart  and  voice. 

2  But,  O  dear  Jefus,  Lamb  of  God, 

Send  down  the  heav'nly  Dove, 
His  graces  to  diffufe  abroad, 

And  warm  our  hearts  with  love ! 

3  In  vain,  dear  Saviour,  here  we  meet, 

Except  thy  face  we  fee  : 
Thy  prefence  makes  a  heav'n  mod  fweet 
Where'er  we  meet  with  thee. 

4  Then,  O  dear  Jefus,  condefcend 

To  meet  us  with  a  fmile, 
Thy  Spirit's  quick'ning  innVnce  fend, 
And  purge  our  hearts  from  guile : 

5  That  at  the  clofe  each  one  may  fay, 

We  met  not  here  in  vain  \ 


OF  CHURCHES.  I^I 

For  we  have  tailed  heaven  to-day, 
Nor  could  we  more  contain. 

2*>Y.     Long  Metre.     A. 

r    T^  Ncoini  ag'd  by  thy  holy  word, 
-*-J  Thy  churches  thus  conven'd,OLord, 
By  us,  their  delegates  elecl, 
Crave  thy  blefl  Spirit  to  direcl. 

2  O  guide  us  by  thy  grace,  to  know 

1 1  it  befl  promotes  thy  caufe  below  ; 
And  may  our  confutations  be 
Freih  means  to  lead  us.  Lord,  to  thee. 

3  Lord  let  the  glory  of  thy  name, 
And  Zion's  int'reft  be  our  aim; 
From  ev'ry  lelfifh  motive  free, 
Devoted  wholly,  Lord,  to  thee, 

4  A  floriated  year  by  year, 

From  all  thy  churches  may  we  hear 
Of  fouls  that  to  thy  altars  flee, 
Dependant  wholly,  Lord,  on  thee. 

5  The  labours  of  thy  fcrvants  bieft, 
In  turning  .fouls  to  righleoufuefs ; 
That  many  converts  they  may  ft 

t  give  the  glory,  Lord,  to  thee. 


92      FAST5  AND  THANKSGIVING. 
208.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  18.)     J. 
Thanksgiving  for  Viftory. 

:   HP  O  thine  Almighty  arm  we  owe 
■*■    The  triumphs  of  the  day ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

I  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
And  break  united  powers, 
Or  burn  their  boafled  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

^  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro'  the  field, 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground. 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield  j 
But  they  no  (helter  found. 

I  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 
And  perifh  in  their  blood  ; 
Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  powerful  as  our  God. 

j  The  rock  of  Ifrael  ever  lives, 
His  name  be  ever  bleft ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vi&'ry  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 


TAST3  AND    THANKSGIVING.        I93 

£09.     Long  Metre.     Prefident  Davies.     J. 

National  Judgments  deprecated,  and  national  Mercies 
pleaded,  Amos  iii.  1.  6. 

1  TAr  Hile  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord ! 

▼  »    We  view  the  terrors  of  thy  fword? 
O  !  whither  (hall  the  helplefs  fly  ? 
To  whom  but  thee  direct  their  cry? 

2  The  helplefs  Tinner's  cries  and  tears 
Are  grown  familiar  to  thine  ears; 
Off  has  thy  mercy  fent  relief, 
When  all  was  fear  and  hopelefs  grief. 

3  On  thee,  our  guardian  God,   we  call; 
Before  thy  throne  or  >race  we  fall; 
And  is  there  no  deliv'rance  there  ? 
And  mult  we  perifh  in  defpair  ? 

4  See,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn, 
To  our  forfaken  God  we  turn  ; 

O  fpare  our  guilty  country,  fpare 
The  church  which  thou  has  planted  here* 

5  We  plead  thy  grace,  indulgent  God  ; 
We  plead  thy  Son's  atoning  blood  ; 
We  plead  thy  gracious  promifes, 
And  are  they  unavailing  pleas  ? 


194      FASTS  AND  THANKSGIVING*. 

6  Thefc  picas,  prefented  at  thy  throne, 
II ave  brought  ten  thoufand  blelTings  do  %vn 
On  guilty  lands  in  helplefs  woe ; 
Let  them  prevail  to  fave  us  too. 

210.     Long  Metre.     Steele.     J. 
On  a  Day  of  Prayer  far  fuccefs  in  War. 

i  1      Ord,  how  fhall  wretched  finners  dare 
-^   Look  up  to  thy  divine  abode: 
Or  offer  their  imperfect  prayer, 
Before  a  jufl:  a  holy  God. 

%  Bright  terrors  guard  thy  awful  feat, 
And  dazzling  glories  veil  thy  face  : 
Yet  mercy  calls  us  to  thy  feet, 
Thy  throne  is  ilill  a  throne  of  grace. 

3  O  may  our  fouls  thy  grace  adore, 
May  Jefus  plead  our  humble  claim ; 
While  thy  protection  we  implore, 

.  In  his  prevailing  glorious  name. 

4  Let  pad  experience  of  thy  care 
Support  our  hope,  our  trail  invite; 
Again  attend  our  humble  prayer, 
Again  be  mercy  thy  delight. 

5  Our  arms  fncceed,  our  councils  guide, 
Let  vr:  riirht  hand  our  caufe  maintain 


FASTS  AND   THANKSGIVING.         195 

Till  war's  deftruftive  rage  fubfide, 
And  peace  refume  her  gentle  reign. 

311.     Long  Metre.     Rippon's  Coll.     J. 
Thanhs  giving  for  natwna   Deliverance. 

1  T)Raife  to  the  Lord,  who  bows  his  ear 
J-      Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer  ; 
And  though  deliverance  long  delay, 
Anfwers  in  his  well-chofen  day. 

2  Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  ; 

His  power  and  grace  fliall  be  our  fong  ; 
The  tribute  of  our  love  we  bring 
To  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  King ! 

3  Our  temples,  guarded  from  the  flame, 
Shall  echo  thy  triumphant  name ; 
And  every  peaceful  private  home 

To  thee  a  temple  fliall  become. 

4  Still  be  it  our  lupreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  honor'd  fight ; 
Hence  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  Lift  hour  to  perfevere. 

212.      Long  Metre.      Steele.     J, 
Pra'ift  fur  national  Peace. 

I    f~^  RE  AT  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  fkie^ 
I    ^~*   A  word  of  thy  almighty  breath 


1<)G      FASTS  AND  THANKSGIVING. 

Can  fink  the  world,  or  bid  it  rife  : 
Thy  fmile  is  life,   thy  frown  is  death. 

2  When  angry  nations  rufh  to  arms, 
And  rage,  and  noife,  and  tumult  reign, 
And  war  refounds  its  dire  alarms, 
And  flaughter  fpreads  the  hoftile  plains; 

3  Thy  fovereign  eye  looks  calmly  down, 
And   marks  their  courfe,   and  bounds 

their  power; 
Thy  word  the  angry  nations  own, 
And  noife  and  war  are  heard  no  more. 

4  Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wing, 
(Sweet  peace!  with  her  what  bleiTmgs 

fled!) 
Glad  plenty  laughs,  the  vallies  ling, 
Reviving  Commerce  lifts  her  head. 

5  Thou  good,  and  wife,  and  gracious  Lord, 
All  move  fubfervient  to  thy  will  -,  \ 
And  peace  and  war  await  thy  word, 
And  thy  fublime  Decrees  Fulfil. 

6  To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  fongs, 
Thy  kind  protection  Hill  implore; 

O  may  our  hearts,  our  lives,  and  tongues5 
Confefs  thy  goodnefs  and  adore. 


7  '^FUNERAL  OCCASIONS.  21  j 

And  mould  the  temples  of  his  grace 
Reiound  with  long  complaints  ? 

4  Awake,  my  foul,  and  like  the  fun, 

Burfl  thro'  each  fable  cloud  ; 
And  thou,  my  voice,  tho'  broke  withfiffhs, 
\  Tune  forth  thy  fongs  aloud. 

5  The  Spirit  rais'd  my  Saviour  up, 

When  he  had  bled  for  me  ; 
And  fpitc  of  death  and  hell  fhall  raifc  • 
Thy  pious  friends  and  thee. 

232.     Common  Metre.     Trivetts.     A. 

i    "TV/TYGod!  my  God!  and  mud  I  die, 
±V-L  Thy  prefence  to  behold  ; 
Lord  break  the  bands,  and  let  me  fly 
To  tread  the  flreets  of  gold. 

2  Learn  me  to  dwell  on  things  above, 

And  (mg  as  faints  do  there, 
Thofc  brighten:  objects  of  thy  love  ; 
And  quickly  me  prepare 

3  To  drop  the  body,  and  remove 

To  yonder  worlds  on  high  ; 
tin  on  thy  wings,  celeflial  Dove, 
My  foul  would  thiiher  fly. 


2lG  FUNERAL   OCCASIONS^ 

4  Yet- trembling  at  each  fwelling  wave 

Of  death's. cold  flood,  I  {land  ;      . 
Afraid  to  launch  in  them  and  leave 
This  body  and  this  land.  ■  , 

5  But  if  my  Jefus  I  could  hear, 

And  fee  him  {landing  by  ; 
My  foul  would  mount  beyond  her  fear. 
Through  death  for  Heaven  fly. 

233.     Long  Metre.     Trivetts.     A. 
Funeral  Qccajtons. 

i   T^\E  ATH,  as  a  fleep  or  gentle  doze, 
-*-^     Does  every  weary  faint  compofe 
Lays  all  its  pain,  and  griefs  remove, 
Conveys  the  Soul  to  worlds  above. 

3  Where  all  its  fighs  and  mournful  cries, 
With  pained  heart  and  flowing  eyes, 
Are  chang'd  for  pleafures  lading,  fvveet, 
Nor  can  it  more  with  forrow  meet. 

\   Bleft  in  the  Lamb's  embrace  it  lies, 
Praifing  its  God  above  the  fkies  ; 
In  fparkling  robes  of  glory  bright, 
Tnyifporting  joys  and  pure  delight. 

4  Thus  with  the  growing  concert  join, 
And  fcraphs  in  mufic  divine 


; 


FUNERAL  OCCASIONS.  11J 

'Tis  rapture  almoft  ravifbingj 
To  hear  the  charming  notes  they  fmg. 
Nor  can  thofe  joys  fublime  be  lcfs, 
They're  flowing  dreams  of  perfect  blifs ; 
Yet  parents  and  relations  dear, 
Are  loth  their  loving  friend  to  fpare. 


334.     Long  Metre.     Trivett.     A. 


w 


E  needs  mud  die,  who  baniuVd  lie 
Cloth'd  with  corrupt  mortality  j 
And  drop  thefe  cloaths  of  linful  clay, 
Within  the  filent  grave  to  lay. 
God  no  man's  perfon  fo  refpe&s ; 
The  faired  jewels,  though  feleft, 
To  dwell  with  Chrift  in  majedy,  _ 
Mud  need  fubmit,  wither,  and  die. 
'Tis  not  in  mortal  bodies  we 
Jehovah's  face  can  ever  fee  ; 
But  are  as  water  on  the  ground, 
'Till  Chriil  the  jub'lee  trumpet  found. 
Then  he  that  did  our  ranfom  pay, 
Will  clothe  the  faints  in  bright  array  j 
As  from  the  beds  of  dud  they  rife, 
More  fplendid  than  the  fparkling  ikies. 


218^  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

5  Wrapt  in  immortal  beauties  bright 
Tranfcendant  pleafures  and  delight' 
And  while  each  faint  his  friend  embra 
I  he  growing  raptures  will  increafe. 

235.     Common  Metre.      Dr.  Watts.      J. 
Evening. 


READSov'reJgn,  letmyev'ningfor 
Like  holy  mcenfe  rife  ; 
Affifl  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lohy  ikies. 

2  Thn^  a]!  the  dangers  of  the  day 

T%,iiaad  wasflill  my  guard, 
And  (till  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd. 

3  Perpetual  bieiFings  from  above 

Encompafs  me  around; 
Bet  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found? 
4.  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  died 
^  To  five  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Fail  as  my  minutes  roll ! ' 
5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 
;   lo  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  2  I  9 

And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  rcfign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

Sprinkled afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  red, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Saviour's  bread. 

236.      Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     J. 
Lord's  day  Morning. 

TO  day  God  bids  the  faithful  reft, : 
To  da  w'rs  his  grace; 

€t  Seek  ye  my  face/'  the  Lord  hath  laid; 
'    Lord,  we  will  feek  thy  face. 

Come,  let  us  leave  the  things  of  earth, 
With  God's  affembly  join  ; 

Lo  !  Heaven  defcends,  to  welcome  man 
To  tafte  the*  things  divine  ! 

We  come,  dear  Saviour,  lo !  we  come, 

Lord  of  our  life  and  foul; 
We  come  difeasM,  and  faint,  and  fickj 

Be  pleas'd  to  make  us  whole. 

We  third,  and  fly  to  thee,  O  Lord, 
Thou  fountain-head  of  good; 

Filthy  we  come,  and  all  unclean; 
O  cleanfe  us  in  thy  blood. 

N   2 


223  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

5  O  may  we  pleafe  our  God  to  day, 

May  that  be  all  our  care! 
Give,  Lord,  thy  grace,  left  evil  thought 
Should  mingle  in  our  prayer. 

6  Amidft  th'  aflembly  of  thy  faints 

Let  us  be  faithful  found  ; 
And  let  us  join  in  humble  pray'r. 
And  in  thy  praife  abound. 

7  Let  thy  good  Spirit  help  our  fouls 

With  faith  thy  word  to  hear; 
Be  with  us  in  thy  temple,  Lord, 
And  let  us  find  thee  near. 

237.     Short  Metre.     (Pf.  i9.)     jm 
Lord's  day  Morning. 

i        13  EHOLD  !  the  morning  fun 

J-J  Begins  his  glorious  way; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 

And  life  and  light  convey. 
*       But  where  the  gofpel  comes 

It  fpreads  diviner  light  ; 
It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs; 

And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 
3       How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  juft ; 


family  wonsinr.  Ill 

For  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

\       My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ! 

0  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven! 

238.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.  4.   Dr.  Watts.)    J. 
Evening* 

i  T     ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
-"   I  am  for  ever  thine; 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

•Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

I  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 
sTis  fweet  converfing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  facrifice; 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4.  Thus,   with  my  thoughts  composed  to 
peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  deep ; 
Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  {lumbers  kcepe 


222        ■  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

239.     Common  Metre.     Newport  Coll.    J. 
Lord's  day  Morning. 

I    T    ORB  bad  thou  fufFered  me  to  fee 
■*-*    Another  of  thy  days ! 
O  fill  my  heart  with  love  to  thee, 
And  tune  my  hps  to  praifc ! 

2  Within  thy  lower  courts  of  grace 

Let  me  with  pleafure  flay; 

And^  let  a  fmiJe  from  Jefji's  face  ; 

Chafe  ali  my  doubts  away. 

3  Difplay  the  riches  of  thy  grace, 

My  -broken  heart  to  cheer  : 
And  mew  thy  reconciled  face 
To  ali  thy  people  here. 

4  As  in  the  ancient  days.   O  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  trophies  fpread:' 
Gird  on  thy  all  victorious  fword, 
And  fill  thy  foes  with  dread. 
|  Let  ev'ry  harden'd  Cnner  here,  • 
^  Feci  that  thy  power  abounds: 
Each  broken  heart  with  comforts  cheer, 
And  heal  their  bJeeding  wounds. 
6  Ddcend,  O  fweet  celeftiai  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'niDg  powers ! 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.  22^ 

Caufe  now  a  dear  Redeemer's  love 
TJ  inflame  and  quicken  ours. 

2-10.     Common  Metre.     Newport  Coll.     J. 
Lord's  day  Evening. 

i   TV  f  OW,  Lord,  another  of  thy  days 
J-^l     I  have  on  earth  enjoy'd  ; 
But  ah,  how  little  to  thy  praife 
My  heart  has  been  employ'd  ! 

2  Tho*  I  have  heard  thy  holy  word, 

And  in  thy  worfhip  johYd, 

•  Alas,  how  little  of  it,  Lord, 

Remains  upon  'my  mind  I. 

3  Waft  thou  to  call  me  to  account, 

What  I  have  gain'd  this  day  ; 
,  How  low  the  product  would  amount, 
I  tremble,  Lord;  ta  fay  ! ' 

4  Much  like  the  barren  heath  am  14  . 

Tho?  oft  refreuYd  with  rain, 
Still  it  continues  hard  and  dry, 
And  fruitlefs  doth  remain. 

5  For  Jefu's  frke  my  fruitlefsnefs 

Remember,  Lord,  no  more; 
And,  wliiiii  my  guilt  I  here  confefs, 
Purge  out  my  heinous  fcore. 

n  4 


224    W  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

6  And  e'er  my  foul  fhall  be  undred, 
To  take  its  lad  remove; 
O  lit  me  for  that  glorious  red 
Thou  had  prepar'd  above. 

241.     Short  Metre.      Rippon's  Coll.     J. 
A  Morning  Hymn* 

i        QEE  how  the  mounting  fun 
^   Purfues  his  fhining  way  ; 

And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praife, 
With  ev'ry  bright'ning  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rifing  foul 
I*s  heavenly  parent  fing  ; 

And  to  its  great  original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down, 
Beneath  his  guardian  care ; 

I  flept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preferver  near ! 

4  Thus  does  thine  arm  fupport 
This  weak  defencelefs  frame  ; 

But  whence  thefe  favours,  Lord,  to  rac, 
All  worthlefs  as  I  am  ? 

5  Oh !  how  (hall  I  repay 
The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 


family  woRSinr.  225 

This  feeble  fpirit  pants  beneath 
The  pieafing,  painful  load. 
Dear  Saviour,  to  thy  crofs 

1  brine  my  facrifice  ; 
Ti^T-d/thybJood,itfha.Uafcend 

With  fragrance  to  the  ikies. 

My  life  1  would  anew 
Devote,  O  Loud,  to  thee  ; 
And,  in  thy  fervice,  I  would  fpend 
A  long  eternity. 

•242.     Corr.mor.Mcr.rc.      Rippon's  Coll.     J- 
Jr.  •Evening  Hytrin* 

,  XTOW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
JN    Let  flames  of  love  arifc  ; 
AM  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  iacrif ce. 
2  Minutes  and  mercies  mulnply'd 
Have  made  up  all  this  day; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  fvvift  and  free  than  they. 
-  New  time,  new  favour,  and  new  joys, 
Do  a 'new  fong  require j 
'Till  we  (hall  praife  thee  as  we  Would, 
Accept  our  hearts  defirc. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

S43'     LonS  Metre.     Bp.  Ken.     jr. 
Evening. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  i  I  mav 

TnnoplungrifeattheJaftdayf 

4  O  may  my  foul  on  thee  repofe  ' 
s1el^/rtfleePmye^-^; 

To fer-e  mv T  T  T"  ^'rous  m^e 
-i  o  lerve  my  God  when  I  awake 

5  CUfm!  hMS^<ihn,  xvhile  I  fleep 
Clofe  to  my  bed  his  vigils  keep  ;P' 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  227 

Lefno  vain  dreams  difturb  my  red, 
No  powers  of  darknefs  me  moled. 

6  PraifeGod,  from  whom  all  bleffingsflow, 
Praife  him  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praife  him  above,  ye  heavenly  hod  ; 
Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 

544.     Long  Metre.     The  Colk     J. 
Morning, 

i      A  WAKE,  my  foul,  and  with  the  fuif 
«**-  Thy  daily  dage  of  duty  run  ; 
•  Shake  off  dull  floth,  and  early  rife, 
To  pay  thy  morning  facrifice. 

1  Redeem  thy  mifpent  time  that's  pad, 
Live  this  day  as  if  'twere  thy  lair ; 
T'  improve  thy  talents  take  due  care, 
'Gainfl  the  great  day  thyfelf  prepare. 

3  Let  all  thy  converfe  be  fincere, 

Thy  conference  as  the  noon  day  clear  ; 
Think  how  th'  all  feeing  God  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  fecret  thoughts  furveys. 

4  Glory  to  God,  who  fafe  hath  kept, 
And  hath  refrefh'd  me  while  I  flept ; 
Grant  Lord  when  I  from  death  (hall  wake, 

1  may  of  endlefs  life  partake. 


223  Family  worship. 

5  Direct,  controul/ fugged:  this  day- 
All  I  defign,  or  do,  or  fav ; 
That  all  mypowers,  with  all  their  might, 
Jn  thy  fole  glory  may  unite. 

6  Praife  God,  from  whom  all  blefTmgs  flow, 
Praife  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above  ye  heav'nly  holl ; 
Praife  Father,  Soil,  and  Holy  Ghofl. 

3*5.     Common  Metre.     Cennick.     J. 
Lord's  day  Evening. 

i   TTT  HEN,  O  dear  Jefus,  when  ffaallj 
*  *      Behold  thee  all  ferene  ; 
Bled  in  perpetual  fabbath  day, 
Without  a  veil  between  ? 

2  AfFifi  me  while  I  wander  here 

Ami  id  a  world  of  cares ; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with. love, 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3  Re]eafe  my  foul  from  ev'ry  chain, 

No  more  hell's  captive  ied  ; 
And  pardon  a  repeating  child, 
For  whom  the  Saviour  bled. 

4  Spare  me,  O  God,  O  fpare  the  fcu! 

That  gives  itfelf  to  thee  ; 
Take  all  that  I  poiTefs  below, 
And  give  thyfelf  to  me. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  229 

5  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father,  give, 
To*  be  my  guide  and  friend  ; 
To  light  my  way  to  ceafelefs  joys ! 
Where  fabbaths  never  end. 

246.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Morning  or  Evening* 

1  1\/T  Y  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  ! 
JJVX    xhy  gifts  arc  ev'ry  evening  new, 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  difl.il  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  fpread'fl  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  guardian  of  my  fleeping  hours ; 
Thy  fovereign  word  redores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command  ; 
To  thee  I  confecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blefiings  from  thine  hand, 
Demand  perpetual  longs  of  praife. 

247.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Witts.     A. 

For  the  Morning. 

NCE  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  ikies. 


S30  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  fopnd  ; 
Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits, 
To  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame ; 

My  tongue  fhall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
My  fms  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled, 

Since  the  lad:  fetting  fun  ; 
And  yet  thou  length'neil  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilft  I  enjoy  the  light  ; 
Then  fhall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 

243.     Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.    A. 
Morning  or  Evening. 

OS  ANNA  with  a  cheerful  found, 
To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round, 
And  vet  fecure  we  Hand. 


JAMILY  WORSHIP.  1$\ 

That  was  a  moft  amazing  power, 

That  rais'd  us  with  a  word  ; 
And  cv'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour 

We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 
The  ev'ning  reds  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 

That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 
The  rifing  morning  can't  allure 

That  we  (hall  end  the  day  ; 
For  death  ftands  ready  at  the  door 
•    To  take  our  lives  away. 
Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 

To  an  avenging  law ; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 

In  every  gafp  we  draw. 
God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  fafety  brings  ; 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night 

Beneath  his  fhady  wings. 

249.     Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 
Faith  the  Gift  of  God. 

HAIL,  Alpha  and  Omega,  hail  ! 
Author  of  all  our  faith, 
The  finiflier  of  all  our  hopes, 
The  truth,  the  life,  the  path. 


232  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

2  Hail !  Firft  and  Lad,  the  Morning  Star, 

In  whom  we  live  and  move  ; 
Incrcafe  our  little  fpark  of  faith, 
And  purify  our  love. 

3  Let  that  belief  which  Jefus  taught 

Be  treafur'd  in  our  breaft ; 
The  evidence  of  unfeen  joys, 
The  fubftance  of  our  reft. 

4  O  let  us  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength, 

From  grace  to  greater  grace, 
From  one  degree  of  faith  to  more,     . 
Till  we  behold  thy  face. 

250.     Common  Metre.     Lyric  Poems. 
Omnipotent  God. 

1  TPHE  Lord  !  how  fearful  is  his  name! 

••*-     How  wide  is  his  command  ! 
Nature,  with  all  her  moving  frame, 
Red  on  his  mighty  hand. 

2  Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne, 

And  light  his  awful  robe  ; 
Whilft  with  a  fmile,  or  with  a  frown, 
He  manages  the  globe. 


TAMILY  WORSIIIi\  233 

.3  A  word  of  his  Almighty  breath, 
Can  fvvell  or  fink  the  feas ; 
Build  the  vaft  empires  of  the  earth., 
Or  break  them  as  he  'pleafe. 

4  Adaring  angels  round  him  foil, 

In  all  their  Aiming  forms ; 
His  fovereign  eye  looks  thro'  them  all, 
And  pities  mortal  worms. 

5  Now  let  the  Lord  for  ever  reign, 

And  fway  us  as  he  will ; 
Sick,  or  in  health,  in  eafe,  or  pain, 
We  are  his  fav'rites  it  ill. 

251.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 
Tribulation  below, 

i  ORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 

-**-*   That  yields  us  no  fupply, 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  tree?, 
No  ftreams  of  living  joy  ? 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro' all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poifons  grow  ; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  water  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode, 

.Lies  thro'  this  horrid  land  : 


234  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

Lord !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Our  fouls  (hall  tread  the  defert  tfiro' 

With  undiverted  feet ; 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  fubdiic 
The  terrors  that  we  meet. 

5  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  (till  ; 
Forget  thefe  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  Hill. 

252.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 
Seeking  the  Lord. 

i    fVFTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night; 

**-J   Jesus,  my  love,  my  foul's  delight; 
With  warm  delire  and  reftlefs  thought 
I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 

2  Then  I  arife  and  fearch  the  (Ireet, 
Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet; 
I  aJk  the  watchman  of  the  night, 

"  Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight." 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray; 

I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 
And  hold  him  fail  in  my  embrace. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  23  P 

f  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fins  with  deadly  fmart; 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 
Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  fhare. 

5  I  ch*r*ge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  difturb  my  joys ; 
Nor  fin  nor  hell  come  near  my  heart, 
Nor  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

233.     Long  Metre.     Newport  Coll.     A. 
Divine  ufe  of  Mufic, 

[TT7  E  fing  to  thee,  whofe  wifdom  form'd 
*  *      The  curious  organ  of  the  ear  ; 
And  thou  who  gav'fh  us  voices,  Lord, 
Our  grateful  fongs  in  kindnefs  hear. 

l  We'll  joy  in  God,  who  is  the  fpring 
Of  lawful  joy  and  harmlefs  mirth; 
Whofe  boundlefs  love  is  fitly  call'd 
The  harmony  of  heav'n  and  earth. 

,5  Thole  praifes,  deareft  Lord,  aloud 
Our  humble  fonnets  {hall  rehearfe : 
Which  rightly  tur/d,  are  rightly  ftylV: 
The  mufic  of  the  univcrfe. 

4  And  while  wre  fing,  we'll  cenfecrate 
That  too  too  much  profaned  art, 


2*0  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

By  offering  up  with  ev'ry  tongue, 
In  ev'ry  fong  a  flaming  heart. 

5  We'll  hallow  pleafure,  and  redeem 
From  vulgar  ui'e  our  precious  voice  ; 
Thole  lips  which  wantonly  have  fun 
Shall  ferve  our  turn  for  nobler  joys 


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234.    Long  Metre.     Newport  Coll.     A, 
A  Morning  Hymn. 

i      A  -  WAKE  my  foul,  awake  mine  eyes, 
•L^-  Awake,  my  drowfy  faculties : 
Awake  and  fee  the  new-born  light 
Spring  from  the  darkfome  womb  of  night. 

i  Look  up  and  fee,  th'  unwearied  fun 
Already  has  his  race  begun  ; 
The  pretty  lark  is  mounted  high, 
And  fmgs  his  matins  in  the  ikyi 

3  Arife  my  foul,  and  thou  my  voice, 
In  early  fongs  of  praife  rejoice  ; 
O  great  Creator,  hcav'nly  King, 
Thy  praifes  ever,  let  me  fing. 

4  Thy  power  has  made,  thy  goodnefs  kepi 
This  fcncelefs  body  while  I  fiept : 

Yet  one  night  more  had  thou  kept  me 
From  all  the  powers  of  darknefs  fixe. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP  2~7 

5  O  keep  my  heart  from  fin  . 
My  life  unblamable  and  pi 
That  when  the  lad:  of  da)  s  Hi; 
I  cheerfully  may  meet  my  do( 

25£     Long  Metre.     Newport  Coll.    A. 
An  Evening  Hymn* 

i    OLeep,  downy  deep,  come,  clofe  mine 
^  Tir'i  with  beholding  vanities*,  (eyes, 
Welcome,  fweet  fleep,  and  chafe  away 
The  toils  and  follies  of  the  day. 

2m  On  thy  foft  bofom  will  I  lie, 

Forget  the  world,  and  learn  to  die  ; 
O  IfraePs  watchful  Shepherd  fpread 
Thy  guardian  angels  round  my  bed. 

3  Let  not  the  fpirits  of  rhe  air, 
While  I  lie  ilumb'ring  me  infnare; 
But  guard  thy  fuppliant  free  from  harm3 
Clafpt  in  thine  everlafring  arm. 

4  Clouds  and  thick  darknefs  are  thy  throne 
Thy  wonderful  pavilion  ; 

O  dart  from  thence  one  heav'nly  ray, 
And  then  my  midnight  {hall  be  day. 

5  Thus  when  the  morn,  in  crimfon  drefs, 
Breaks  through  the  windows  of  the  eaft, 

o  2 


238  FAiMILY  WORSHIP. 

My  thankful  hymns  of  praife  ihall  rife* 
Like  incenfe  of  the  facrifice. 

256.     Long  Metre.     Stennett.     A, 
The  Chrijl'ian  Honourable, 

i  ^T"OT  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 
-L^  Whoboaftthehonoursof  their  birth, 
Such  real  dignity  can  claim, 
As  thofe  who  bear  the  chriftian  name. 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  giv'n, 

To  be  the  fons  and  heirs  of  Heav'n; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high. 
And  heirs  of  joys  beyond  the  iky. 

3  On  them,  a  happy  chofen  race, 
Their* Father  pours  his  richeft  grace: 
To  them  his  counfels  he  imparts, 
And  (lamps  his  image  on  their  hearts, 

4  Their  infant  cries,  their  tender  age, 
His  pity  and  his  love  engage: 

He  clafps  them  in  his  arms,  and  there 
Secures  them  with  parental  care. 

5  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know, 
And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go ; 
Whifpers  inftruftion  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts-binds. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  239 

857.     Long  Metre.     (Pf.  51.)     A. 
Depravity  of  Nature. 

i  f  RD  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 

-*— '   And  born  unholy  and  unclean ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whole  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death: 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart ; 

*  But  we're  denTd  in  every  part. 

3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true : 
O  make  me  wife,  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy. 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face, 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace: 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  bead, 
Nor  hyffop  branch,  nor  fprinkling  pried, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  Hood,  nor  fea, 
Can  wafh  the  difmal  (lain  away. 

°3 


24©  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

338.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Watt?.     A. 
ChrlJVs  frefence  deftralk. 

2        TVTY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
-L^J-   To  thee,  to  thee  I  call  3 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  ali  in  all. 

2  (Thy  (tuning  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell; 

>Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here; 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.) 

3  (The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are ! 

*Tis  heaven  to  reft  in  thine  embrace. 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there.) 

a       (To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  blifs; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.) 

5       Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  iky, 
Can  one  delight  afford; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy 
Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  241 

259.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 
The  Believer  Chrtfl's  Property, 

1  A  ND  is  it  yet,  dear  Lord,  a  doubt, 
■^~*-  If  in  my  breafl  thou  reign'ft  alone ; 
O  find  the  lurking  rival  out, 

And  drag  the  traitor  from  the  throne. 

2  Would  earth's  delufive  trifling-  charms 
Ailume  a  power  above  thy  name  ? 
Stab  each  ufurper  in  my  arms, 

*   And  vindicate  thy  rightful  claim. 

3  By  purchafe,  duty,  ev'ry  tie, 

Yea  choice  itfelf,  Lord,  1  am  thine; 
Maintain  thy  right,  cr  let  me  die, 
Ere  from  thy  love  my  foul  decline. 

4  If  my  unfteady  heart  would  rove, 
(And  well  thou  know'ft  iis  treaclvrous 

frame,) 
If  ought  below,  or  ought  above, 
Would    (hare   or*  quench    the    facred 

flame; 

5  Chace  the  curs'd  object  from  my  foul, 
Thence,    thence  the    twining   mift 

tear ; 

0  4 


242  V/0RSIIIP. 

Reign  thou  the  fovereign  of  the  whole, 
Be  Lord  of  cv'ry  motion  there. 

260.     Twice  5  and  1 1.     The  Coil.     J. 
Adoring  jefus. 

i    r\  COME  let  ns  join, 
^-^   Together  combine, 
To  praiie  our  dear  Saviour,  our  Mailer 
divine. 

2  He  worthy  is  bled 
By  fpirits  at  reft, 

Who  once  in  this  defert  his  Godhead  con- 
fefs'd. 

3  The  prophets  who  told 
His  fufPrings  of  old, 

Sing  now  fweet  thankfgivings  on  pfalt'ries 
of  £old. 

4  The  fathers  to  whom 

He  fhew'd  he  would  come, 
Now  in  his  pavilion  take   up  their  Jong 
home. 

5  The  fpirits  of  men, 
Who  for  him  were  flain, 

Wtom  Abel  the  righteous,  (hare  now  in  his 

reior. 


WORSHIP.  243 

6  The  apoftlcs  who  flood, 
Refitting  to  blood 

For  Jesus's  gofpel,  rejoice  in  their  God.  , 

7  O  church  of  the  Lamb 
Here  met,  do  the  fume, 

With  faints  and  with  angels  blefs  Jesus's 
name. 

8  My  foul  bear  a  part, 
For  ranfom'd  thou  art 

By  Jesu's  blood-fhedding,  his  burial  and 
fmart. 

.9.  To  him  that  was  flam, 
.  The  fcorn'd  Nazarene, 
Be  glory  and  honour  ;  let  all  {ay,  Amen. 

26  i.     Twice  5  and  1 1.     The  Coll.     J- 
Faith's  Claim, 

i      A  LL  ye  that  pafs  by, 

■^~*-   To  Jesus  draw  nigh  ; 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  mould  die  ? 

Your  ranfom  and  peace, 

Your  furety  he  is ; 
Come  ice  if  there  ever  was  forrow  like  his. 

2  For  what  you  have  dor.e 
Kis  blood  mufl  atone  ; 

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S44  WORSHIP. 

The  Father  has  punifh'd  for  you  his  dear 
Son  ; 

He  anfwer'd  for  all ; 

O  come  at  his  call, 
And  low  at  his  crofs  with  aftonifhment  fall. 

3  For  you  and  for  me 
He  pray'd  on  the  tree ; 

The  prayer  is  accepted,  the  finner  fet  free  ; 

That  finner  am  I, 

Who  on  Jesus  rely, 
And  come  for  the  pardon  G  o  d  will  not  deny. 

4  My  pardon  I  claim, 
For  a  finner  I  am, 

A  finner  believing  in  Jesus's  name. 

He  purchas'd  the  grace, 

Which  now  I  embrace, 
O  Father,  thou  know'fl  he  has  died  in  my 
place. 

5  His  death  is  my  plea  ; 
My  Advocate  fee, 

And  hear  the  blood  fpeak  that  has  anfwer'd 
for  me ; 
Acquitted  I  was, 


WORSHIP,  245 

When  he  bled  on  the  crofs ; 
And  by  loiing  his  life  he  has  carried  my 
caufe. 

262.      J. 
Bhjfixgs  of  the  Go/pel 

1  f~\  JESUS,  our  Loud, 

^-^  Thy  name  be  ador'd, 
For  all  the  rich  bleflings  convey'd  by  thy 
word. 

2  In  fpirit  we  trace 

•    Thy  wonders  of  grace, 

And  cheerfully  join  in  a  concert  of  praife. 

3  The  Antient  of  Days 
His  glory  difplays ; 

And  fhines  on  his  chofen  with  quickening 
rays. 

4  The  trumpet  of  God 
Is  founding  aloud 

The  language  of  mercy — falvation  thro' 
blood. 

5  Tin  Ice  happy  are  they 
That  hear  and  obey, 

And  fharc  in  the  blefling,3  of  this  gaffcl- 
.   d  1 


246  WORSHIP. 

6  The  people  who  know 
The  Saviour  below, 

With  burning  afFedHon  to  worfhip  him 
glow. 

7  This  bl effing  be  mine, 
Thro'  favour  divine ; 

-But  O,  my  Redeemer,  the  glory  be  thine, 

263.     Twice  6  and  4,  thrice  6  and  4. 
The  Coll.     J. 

'At  Opening  IVorfiip. 

1  |^OME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
*--'   Help  us  thy  name  to  fing, 

Help  us  to  praife ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  ail  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arife, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  Almighty  aid 
Our  Aire  defence  be  made, 
Our  fouls  on  thee  be  ftay'd  : 

Loud,  hear  our  call ! 


WORSHIP.  247 

Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  fword, 

Our  prayer  attend  ! 
Come  !  and  thy  people  blefs, 
And  give  thy  word  fuccefs ; 
Spirit  of  holinefs 

On  us  defcend ! 

Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  facred  witnefs  hear 

In  this  glad  hour ! 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power ! 

To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
Eternal  praifes  be, 

Hence — evermore ! 
His  fov'reign  Majefly 
May  we  in  glory  fee, 
And  to  eternity, 

Love  and  adore. 

264.     twice  6,  8  and  4,  D.  Oliver.     J. 
The  Covenant  God. 

THE  God  of  Abram  praife, 
"Who  reigns  enthroned  above ; 


24§  WORSHIP, 

Ancient  of  everlafting  days, 
And  God  of  love  ! 
Jehovah  great  I  AM  ! 
By  earth  and  Heaven  confefs'd  ; 
I  bow  and  blefs  the  facred  name, 
For  ever  blefs'd. 

2  The  God  of  Abram  praife, 
At  whofe  fupreme  command 

From  earth  1  rife,  and  feek  the  joys 
At  his  right  hand. 
Pd  all  on  earth  forfake, 
Its  wifdom,  fame  and  power  ; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 
My  ihield  and  tower. 

3  The  God  of  Abram  praife, 
Whofe  all  fufficient  grace 

Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days, 
In  all  his  ways  : 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend  ! 
He  calls  himfelf  my  God  ! 
And  he  mall  fave  me  to  the  end, 
Thro'  Jcsu's  blood. 

4  He  by  himfelf  hath  fworn, 
I  on  his  oath  depend. 


WORSHIP.  249 

I  fliall,  on  eagles  wings  up-borne, 
To  heaven  afcend  : 
I  fliall  behold  his  face, 
I  fiia.il  his  power  adore ; 
And  fing  the  wonders  of  his  grace, 
For  evermore ! 

PART  THE    SECOND. 

Tho'  nature's  ftrength  decay, 
And  earth  and  hell  withftand  ; 
To  Canaan's  bounds  I  urge  my  way 
At  God's  command : 
The  watery  deep  I  pafs, 
With  Jesus  in  my  view, 
And  thro'  the  howling  wilderncfs 
My  way  purfue. 

The  goodly  land  I  fee, 
With  peace  and  plenty  bleft  ; 
The  land  of  facred  liberty, 
And  endlefs  reft. 
There  milk  and  honey  flow. 
And  oil  and  wine  abound  ; 
And  trees  of  life  for  ever  grow. 
With  mercy  crown'd. 

There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King> 
The  Lord  our  righteoufnefs ; 


1  CO  WOR  SHIP. 

r  -' 

Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  fin, 
The  Prince  of  Peace, 
On  Zion's  facred  height 
His  kingdom  flill  maintains ; 
And  glorious,  with  his  faints  in  light, 
For  ever  reigns. 

.«        The  ranfom'd  nations  bow 
Before  the  Saviour's  face, 
And  at  his  feet  their  crowns  they  throw, 
O'erwhelm'd  with  grace  : 
He  fhews  his  prints  of  love  ; 
They  kindle  to  a  flame, 
And  found  thro'  all  the  worlds  above, 
"  The  flaughter'd  Lamb." 

9       The  whole  triumphant  hod 

Gives  thanks  to  God  on  high : 
"  Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft  !" 
They  ever  cry. 
Hail  Abram's  God  and  mine, 
I  join  the  heavenly  lay's : 
All  might  and  majefty  are  thine, 
And  endlefs  praife. 


NEW-YEAR^   DAY.  251 

265.     Four  6  and  twice  8.     The  Cell.     J. 
For  Ncw-1 ear's  Day. 

THE  Lord  of  earth  and  jf&y. 
The  God  of  ages  praife! 
Who  reigns  enthroned  on  high 
Ancient  of  endlefs  days  ; 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trial  here, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

Barren  and  wither'd  trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  ground ; 

No  fruit  of  holinefs 

On  our  dead  fouls  was  found  ? 
Yet  did  he  us  in  mercy  fpare 
Another,  and  another  year. 

When  juftice  bar'd  the  Uvord, 

To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 

The  pity  of  our  Lord 

Cry'd,  "  Let  it  Mill  alone  :" 
The  Father  mild  inci  .  ear, 

And  ipar'd  us  yet  another  year. 

-  us,  thy  (peak b j  Wood 
From  Gap  obtain'd  the  ;, 

Who  therefore  hath  bellow  'cl 


0:1  us  a  ic"^"1-  r' 


»:    .  uu  „ 


252  new-year's  day. 

Thou  didft  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And  lo !  we  fee  another  year. 

5       Then  dig  about  our  root, 
Break  up  our  fallow  ground, 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 
To  thy  great  praife  abound. 
O  let  us  all  thy  praife  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 

266.     Four  6,  and  twice  8.     The  Coll.     J. 

The  Barren  Fig-Tree. 

i        rTnHE  Church  a  garden  is, 
■*•     In  which  believer's  (land 
Like  ornamental  trees, 
Planted  by  God's  own  hand; 
His  Spirit  waters  all  their  roots, 
And  every  branch  abounds  with  fruit. 

2  But  other  trees  there  are 
In  this  inclofure  grow, 
Which  tho'  they  promife  fair. 
Have  only  leaves  to  fhew  ; 

No  fruits  of  grace  are  on  them  found, 
They  are  but  cumb'rers  of  the  ground, 

3  The  under-gard'ner  grieves, 
In  vain  his  ftfength  he  fpcnds, 


NEW  TEARS  DAY,  253 

For  heaps  of  ufelefs  leaves 

Affords  him  finall  amends  : 
He  hears  the  Lord  his  will  make  known, 
To  cut  the  barren  fig-tree  down. 

How  difficult  his  pod  ! 

What  pangs  his  bowels  move ! 

To  find  his  wifhes  croft, 

His  efforts  ufelefs  prove  : 
His  lad  relief  is  earned  pray'r, 
Lord  fpare  them  yet  another  year. 

Spare  them  and  let  me  try 

What  further  means  may  do  ; 

I'll  frefli  manure  apply, 

My  digging  I'll  renew  : 
Who  knows  but  yet  they  fruit  may  yield  £ 
If  not — 'tis  jud  they  mud  be  feli'd. 

If  under  means  of  grace 

No  fruit  of  grace  appear, 

It  is  a  dreadful  cafe, 

Tho'  God  may  long  forbear  ; 
At  length  he'll  drike  the  threaten'd  blovf 
And  lay  the  barren  fig-tree  low. 


,54  REJOICE. 

267.     Four  6  and  twice  8.     The  Coll.     J. 
Rejoice,     PhilL  iv.  4. 

REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Your  God  and  King  adore; 
Mortals  give  thanks,  and  ling, 
And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts  lift  up  your  voice; 
Rejoice,  again  I  fay,  rejoice. 

1       Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 
The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  flains, 
He  took  his  feat  above : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

5       His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jefus  giv'n  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

%       lie  ilis  at  God's  right  hand, 
Till  all  his  foes  fubmit 
And  bow  to  his  command, 
And  fail  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

5       He  all  his  foes  {hall  quel!> 
Shall  all  our  fins  deftroy  ; 


THE   CEREMONIAL   LAW.  ."^ 

And  every  bofom  fwell 
With  pure  feraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,   &c. 

Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jefus  the  Judge  fhaJi^ome, 

And  take  his  fervant:  up 

To  their  eternal  heme  ; 
We  foon  fhall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  fhall  found,  rejoice. 

268.     Four  6  and  twice  8.     Cov/per.     J. 
The  Ceremonial  Lar*v+ 

ISRAEL  in  ancient  days, 
Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  ablaze, 
But  leaxn'd  the  gofpel  too : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glafs, 
In  which  they  faw  the  Saviour's  face. 

The  Pafchal  facriflce, 
And  blood  befprinkled  door, 
Seen  with  enlightened  eyes, 
And  once  apply'd  with  power, 

Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 

To  reconcile  an  angry  God, 

p  z 


2$6  CEREMONIAL  LAW. 

3  The  Lamb,  the  dove,  fet  forth 
His  perfect  innocence, 

Whofe  blood  of  matchlefs  worth 
Should  be  the  foul's  defence ; 
For  he  who  can  for  fin  atone, 
Mufl  have  no  failing  of  his  own. 

4  The  fcape  goat  on  his  head 
The  people's  trefpafs  bore, 
And,  to  the  defert  led, 
Was  to  be  feen  no  more : 

In  him  our  furety  feem'd  to  fay, 
rt  Behold  I  bear  your  fins  away." 

5  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  bldod, 
The  living  bird  went  free ; 
The  type  well  underflood, 
Exprefs'd  the  finner's  plea  ; 

Defcribed  a  guilty  foul  enlarg'd, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  difcharg'd, 

6  Jefus,  I  love  to  trace 
Throughout  the  facred  page, 
The  footfteps  of  thy  grace, 
The  fame  in  every  age  ! 

O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchfaf'd  to  me. 


GOD  OUR   SUPPORT.  257 

JS9.     4  of  6  and  2  of  8.      (Pf.  .121.)     Ax 

God  our  Support. 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes; 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  ikies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  ; 
God  is  the  tower  to  which  I  fly  : 
His  grace  is  nigh  in  ev'ry  hour, 

My  feet  mall  never  Aide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  mares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide 
Defends  me  from  my  fears* 
Thofe  wakeful  eyes  that  never  fleep, 
Shall  Ifrael  keep,  when  dangers  rife. 

Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord, 
To  keep  ray4  mortal  breath  ; 
I'll  go  and  come  nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high  thou  call  me  horns, 

270.      (Pf.  136.) 
Power  and  Grace. 

f^  IVE  thanks  to  God  mod  high, 
V*    The  univerfal  Lord; 


258  POWER  AND  GRACE, 

The  fovereign  King  of  kings : 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  power  and  grace, 

Are  flill  the  fame; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fpreads  thelieav'ns  alone. 

Thy  mercy,   Lord, 
Shall  flill  endun*V 
And  ever  hire 
Abides  thy  word. 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun, 
To  crown  the  day  with  light; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  flars, 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night. 

Kis  power  and  grace 
Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 


■59 


PRAISE   TO  GOD. 

271.      (Pf.  148.)      A. 

Praife  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 

YE  tribes  of  Adam,  join 
With  Heavn  and  earth  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright, 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  fong. 

Thou  fun,  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  nisht* 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  (tars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  power  declare, 

Ye  floods  on  high, 

And  clouds  that  rly 

Iu  empty  air.    • 

The  fhininn:  worlds  at 
In  glorious  order  (land, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move 
By  his  fupreme  command. 

He  fpake  the  word. 

And  all  tfeeir  frame 
jp  4 


200  MAJESTY  OF   CHRIST. 

From  nothing  came, 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

272.     Proper  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 

Majejlyofdi 

WITH  cheerful  voice  I  fmg 
The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word  ; 
Nature,  and  art, 
Can  ne'er  fupply 
Suilicicn^  forms 
Qf/Majefty. 

2  T  ^      sus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shining  forever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays. 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throve. 

3  Immenfe  companion  reigns 
In  our  Immanud's  heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  act 
A  Z\iediator's  part 


OPENING    A   PLACE  OF  WORSHIP.      26 1 

He  is  a  friend 
And  brother  too  ; 
Divinely  kind 
Divinely  tiue. 

17 3.     Four  of  6,  and  two  of  S.  .B.  Francis.    J. 
On  opening  a  Place  of  iVorJh'ip. 

N  fweet  exalted  drains 
The  King  of  glory  praife  ; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 
Through  evcrlafling  days : 
He,  with  a  nod,  the  world  controuls, 
Sudanis  or  finks  the  diflant  poles. 

To  earth  he  bends  his  throne, 
His  throne  of  grace  divine  ; 
Wide  is  his  bounty  known, 
And  wide  his  glories  fhjne  : 
Fair  Salem,  full  his  chofen  reft, 
Is  with  his  fmiles  and  prefence  bled. 

Then,  King  of  glory,  come, 

And  with  thy  favour  crown 

This  temp'e  as  thy  dome, 

T:  le  as  thy  own  : 

Beneath  this  roof,  O  deign  to  fbow. 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 


262  baptis::. 

4  Here,  may  thine  ears  attend 
Our  interceding  cries, 

And  grateful  praife  afcend 

All  fragrant  to  the  ikies : 
Here  may  thy  word  melodious  found, 
And  fpread  celeflial  joys  around. 

5  Here,  may  th'  attentive  throng 
Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love, 
And  converts  join  the  fong 

Of  feraphim  above, 
And  willing  crowds  furround  thy  board 
With  facred  joy  and  fweet  accord. 

6  Here,  may  our  unborn  fons 
And  daughters  found  thy  praife, 
And  iliine,  like  polihVd  ftones, 
Thro'  long  fucceedi ng  days ; 

Here,  Lord,  difplay  thy  faving  power, 
While  temples  (land  and  men  adore. 

274.     Four  6,  and  twice  8.     Hart.     J. 
On  Bipl'ijm. 

\        "O  EPENE  and  be  baptiz'd, 

•"*   Saith  your  redeeming  Lord, 
Ye  all  are  now  appriz'd 
That  'tis  your  Saviour's  word  ; 


wuori.ii     i  i\  u  m  i 


Ariie,  arife  without  delay, 

And  Chrift's  divine  commands  obey. 

i       Come,  ye  believing  train, 
No  more  this  truth  withfland, 
No  longer  think  it  vain 
T'  obey  your  Lord's  command  ; 
But  halle,  ariie,  without  delay, 
And  be  baptiz'd  in  Jesu's  way. 

j       Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
To  thy  great  name  we  pray  ; 
Make  the  converted  race 
Thine  ordinance  obey  : 
O  may  thy  love  their  fouls  o'ercome, 
And  draw  them  to  thy  liquid  tomb. 

275.     Four  of  6,  and  two  of  S.     The  Coll.    A. 
Gofptl  Trumpet. 

i        p  LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
■*-*  The  gladly  folemn  found 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remoteft  bound  : 

The  yea.  of  jubilee  is  come; 

Return,  ye  ranfom'd  fmners,  home. 

i       Exalt  the  Son  of  God, 
The  all  atoning  Lamb: 


204         CHRIST'S    RESURRECTION, 

Redemption  in  his  blood 
To  all  the  world  proclaim  : 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

3  Ye,  who  have  fold  for  nought 
Your  heritage  above, 

Come,  take  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  JESU's  love: 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 

Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,;  home. 

4  The  gofpel  trumpet  founds ; 
Let  all  th^  nations  hear, 
And  earth's  remotefi  bounds 
Before  the  throne  appear. 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home.  , 

STu.     4  of  6  and  2  of  8.     Rippon's  Coll.    A. 
ChrijTs  Refurreaion. 

i  A  WAKE,  our  drowfy  fouls, 

■£**  Shake  off  each  flothful  band, 
The  wonders  of  this  day 
Our  noblefl  fongs  demand: 
Auspicious  morn  !  thy  blifsful  rays 
Bright  feraphs  hail  in  fongs  of  praife. 


THE  POOR  SINNER.  265 

3       At  thy  approaching  dawn, 
Reluctant  death  refign'd 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life 
Her  dark  domains  connVd  : 
Th'  angelic  hod  around  him  bends, 
And  'midft  their  fhouts,  the  God  afcends. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 
Heaven  with  Hofannas  rings ; 
While  earth,  in  humbler  (trains, 
Thy  praife  refpon  five  fings : 

Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  was  flain> 
Through  endlefs  years  to  live  and  reign. 

4  Make  bare  thy  potent  arm, 
And  wing  th'  unerring  dart, 
With  falutary  pangs, 

To  each  rebellious  heart : 
Then  dying  fouls  for  life  fh all  fue, 
Num'rous  as  drops  of  morning  dew. 

UTT.     7  6,  7  6,  7  8,  ?.nd  7  6.     The  Coll.     jf. 

The  poor  Sinner, 

1   /^  OD  of  my  falvation,  hear, 

^*"   And  help  me  to  belie. 

Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  bleffing  to  receive: 


l56  THE   POOR  SINNER. 

Full  of  guilt,  alas !  I  am, 
But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee  ; 
Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 

2  Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay, 

Nor  can  thy  grace  procure  ; 
Empty  fend  me  not  away, 

For  I,  thou  know'ft,  am  poor  $ 
Dud  and  afhes  is  my  name, 
My  all  is  fin  and  mifery : 

Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb,, 

Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 

3  Without  money,  without  price, 

I  come  thy  love  to  buy ; 
From  myfelf  I  turn  my  eyes, 

The  chief  of  finners,  I  ; 
Take,  O  take  me,  as  I  am, 
And  let  me  lofe  myfelf  in  thee  ; 
Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 

278.     The  Coll.     J- 
The  Jams. 

i    1 ESU,  friend  of  finners,  hear^. 
J    Yet  once  again  I  pray  \. 


THE   POOR   SINNER.  l6j 

From  my  debt  of  fin  fet  clear, 

For  I  have  nought  to  pay. 
Speak,  O  fpeak  the  kind  releafe ! 
A  poor  backfliding  foul  reftore ; 
Love  me  freely,  feal  my  peace, 

And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 

2  Sin's  deceitfulnefs  hath  fpread 

An  hardnefs  o'er  my  heart ; 
But  if  thou  thy  Spirit  fhed, 

The  (tony  fhall  depart : 
Shed  thy  love,  thy  tendemefs, 
And  let  me  feel  thy  foft'ning  power, 
Love  me  freely,  feal  my  peace  j 

And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 

3  For  this  only  thing  I  pray, , 

And  this  will  I  require, 
Take  the  love  of  fin  away, 

Take  ev'ry  vain  defire ! 
Perfect  me  in  holinefs,  &f 

Thine  image  to  my  foul  reftore ; 
Love  me  freely,  feal  my  peace3 

And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 


268         backslider's  prayer. 

279.     7  6,  7  6,  7  8,  7  6.     Rippon's  Coll.    J. 
The  Bacljllder's  Prayer. 

i    TESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
**    Call  back  a  wan'dring  Iheep  ; 
Falfe  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep : 
Let  me  be  by  grace  reftor'd, 
On  me  be  all  its  freenefs  fliewn  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  done. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthron'd  above 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  thro'  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble  contrite  heart ; 
Give,  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 
A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  (lone. 

3  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  fuffer  me  to  die  ; 
Life,  and  happinefs,  and  love,. 
Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  : 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 
And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  j 


backslider's  prayer.         269 

Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  (lone. 

4  Look  as  when  thy  pitying  eye 

Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live  \ 
"  Father  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  galp'd)  forgive  !" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word 
He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries,  "  'Tis 
done!" 
O!  my  loving,  bleeding  Lord, 
This  breaks  my  heart  of  ftone. 

280.     The  fame.     J, 

1   TTEAR  me,  O  Redeemer,  hear; 
-*-  -"-   My  humble  fuit  receive  ; 
While  I  all  my  wants  declare, 
And  how  unhelp'd  I  grieve  : 
Jesus,  mailer,  I  have  finn'd, 
My  foul  hath  greatly  gone  affray  ; 
Dear  Redeemer  be  my  friend, 
And  bring  mc  on  my  way. 

■2  I  am  hungry,  all  my  cry- 
Is  for  the  living  bread  ; 
Neither  have  1  ought  to  buy, 
Nor  any  thing  to  plead  : 


270  TRUE   EXPERIENCE. 

Helplefs,  begging  at  the  door, 
I  afk  the  food  that  came  from  heav'n 
See  me  needy,  loft,  and  poor, 
And  let  relief  be  givn. 

3  Hidden  manna,  Lord,  reveal, 

For  this  behold  I  pant ; 
Let  thine  ears  confider  well 

The  voice  of  my  complaint : 
Let  the  tree  of  life  relieve 
A  weary  traveler  near  to  die  ; 

May  it  pleafe  thee,  Lord,  to  give 

To  one  who  cannot  buy. 

4  Empty  fend  me  not  away, 

For  I  am  come  from  far  ; 
Do  not,  deareft  Lord,  delay, 

And  leave  me  to  defpair  ; 
Give  me  of  thy  flefh  to  eat, 
O  !  let  me  of  thy  nature  fliare  ; 
At  thy  banquet  take  my  feat, 

And  feaft  for  ever  there. 

231.     7  and  6.     The  Coll.     J. 


'M 


True  Experience* 

Y  Lord,  how  great's  the  favour 
That  I  a  firmer  poor 


TRUE  EXPERIENCE,  27I 

Can,  thro*  thy  blood's  fweet  favour. 
Approach  thy  mercy's  door, 

And  find  an  open  paffage 
Unto  the  throne  of  grace  ; 
,    There  wait  the  welcome  melTage, 
That  bids  me— go  in  peace? 

g  Lctrd,  I'm  an  helplefs  creature., 

Full  of  the  deeped  need, 
Throughout  denTd  by  nature, 

Stupid,  and  inly  dead  : 
My  ftrength  is  perfect  weaknefs^ 

And  all  I  have  is  fin  ; 
My  heart  is  all  uncleannefs, 

A  den  of  thieves  within. 

3  In  this  forlorn  condition, 

Who  (hall  afford  me  aid  ? 
Where  mall  I  find  companion; 

But  in  the  church's  Head  ? 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  pity, 

O  take  me  to  thine  arms, 
And  exercife  thy  mercy, 

To  lave  me  from  all  harms* 

-- 

4  I'll  never  ceafe  repeating 

My  numberlefs  complaints  j 


'2  THE   PILGRIM'S  SONG. 

But  ever  be  intreating     . 

The  glorious  King  of  faints, 
Till  1  attain  the  image 

Of  him  I  only  love  ; 
And  pay  my  grateful  homage 

With  all  the  faints  above. 

Then  I,  with  all  in  glory,  ^ 

Will  thankfully  relate 
Th*  amazing,  pleafing  flory 

Of  Jesu's  love  fo  great ; 
In  this  bleil  contemplation 

I  ever  (hall  be  well ; 
And  prove  fuch  confolation,* 

As  none  below  can  tell. 

232.     7  6,  7  6,  three  7  and  6.     The  Coll. 
The  Pilgrim's  Song. 

RISE,    my    foul,    and    ftretch    thy 
wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace; 
Rife  from  tranutory  things 

Tow'rds  heayeivthy  native place. 
Sun,  and  moc\n,  and  flars  decay, 
Time  fliall  fooR  this  earth  remove  ; 


A  PRAYER.  273 

Rife,  my  foul,  and  hafte  away 
To  feats  prepar'd  above. 

2  Rivers,  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  flay  in  all  their  courfe  ; 
Fire  afcending  feeks  the  fun, 

Both  fpeed  them  to  their  fource: 
So  a  foul  that's  born  of  God 
Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  red:  in  his  embrace. 

3  Ceafe,  ye  pilgrims,  ceafe  to  mourn. 

Prefs  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
*  Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  ikies : 
Yet  a  feafon,  and  you  know 
Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n, 
All  our  forrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heav'n. 


L 


283.     Sevens.     The  Coll.     J. 
A  Prayer. 

ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 


At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
O  !  do  not  our  fuit  difdain; 
Shall  we  feek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain 

0^2 


274  THE  VOICE  OF  CHRIST* 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  fouls  depend  5 
In  companion  now  defcend  : 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  ling  thy  praife. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  feek  thee,  here  we  flay  % 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blefling  thou  beftow. 

4  Send  fome  meffage  from  thy  word* 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  falvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  thofe  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Thofe  that  are  caft  down,  lift  up ; 
Make  them  flrong  in  faith  and  hope ! 

6  Grant  that  all  may  feek*  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  God  and  kind ; 
Heal  the  fick,  the  captive  free  : 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee ! 

284.     Sevens.     The  Coll.     J. 
The  voice  of  Chrift. 

i   TTARK!  my  foul,  it  is  the  Lord* 
«*■*  *Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  $ 


THE  VOICE    OF    CHRIST.  275 

Jesus  fpeaks,  and  fpeaks  to  thee, 
Say,  poor  firmer,  lov'fl  thou  me  ? 

2  I  deliver'd  thee,  when  bound, 

And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound j 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  let  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darknefs  into  light. 

3  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Ceafe  towards  the  child  file  bare  ? 
Yes,  flie  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  ftrong  as  death, 

5  Thou  fhalt  fee  my  glory  foon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done 
Partner  of  my  throne  fhalt  be, 
Say,  poor  finner,  lov'fi  thou  me  ? 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  nv. 


Q-3 


2?6  DOUBTING. 

285.     Sevens.     Newton.     & 
Doubting. 

i  'HP IS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
■*•     Oft  it  caufes  anxious  thought \ 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  1  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 
Why  this  dull  and  lifelefs  frame  ? 
Hardly,  fure,  can  they  be  worfe 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  fo  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  talk  and  burden  prove* 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4.  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 
AW  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild  { 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  fin, 
Can  I  deem  myfelf  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 

You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed. 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  fliibborn  will, 
Find  my  fin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 


J3IRTH  OF  CHRIST.  277 

Should  T  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  1  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

;;   Could  I  joy  his  faints  to  meet, 
Choofe  the  ways  I  once  abhor'd  ; 
Find,  at  times,  the  promife  fweer, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

<3  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  cafe  ! 
Thou,  who  art  the  people's  fun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  lev'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day* 

2S6.     Sevens.     The  Coli.     A. 
Birth  of  Chr'ijl. 

H  AT  good  news  the  angels  bring, 


W1 


What  glad  tidings  of  our  King! 
Christ  our  Lord  is  born  to-day, 
Christ,  who  takes  our  fins  away. 
Him,  who  rules  in  heav'n  and  earth, 
Hath  in  Bethlehem  his  birrh.: 
Him  (hall  all  the  people  fee, 

:  eternally. 

j 

£L4 


278  BIRTH  OF  CHRIST. 

2  Lift  your  hearts  and  voices  high,     . 
With  Hofannas  fill  the  iky  ; 

"  Glory  be  to  God  above," 

God  is  infinite  in  love : 

"  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men  !,? 

Now  with  us  our  God  is  feen  : 

Angels  join  with  us  in  praife  1 

Help  to  fing  redeeming  grace. 

3  Now  the  wall  is  broken  down, 
Now  the  Gofpel  is  made  known  ; 
Now  the  door  is  open  wide, 
Christ  for  Jew  and  Gentile  dy'd. 
All  who  feel  the  weight  of  fin, 
All  who  languifh  to  be  clean  ; 

All  who  for  redemption  groan, 
May  be  fav'd  by  faith  alone. 

4  Jesus  is  the  lovely  name  ; 
This  the  angel  doth  proclaim ; 
He  (hall  all  his  people  fove, 
They  in  him  remiffion  have: 
When  they  fee  themfelves  undone, 
They  take  refuge  in  the  Son  ; 
They  fhall  all  be  born  again, 
And  with  him 


Heavenly  journey.  27$ 

5  Shout  ye  nations  of  the  earth,  «J| 

Sing  the  triumphs  of  his  birth  ; 
All  the  world  by  him  is  bled, 
Sound  his  praife  from  Eafl  to  Wed  : 
jews  and  Gentiles  jointly  fing, 
Christ,  our  common  Lord  and  King, 
Christ,  our  life,  our  joy,  our  fong 
To  eternity  prolong  ! 

£87.     Sevens.     Cennick.     A, 
Heavenly  Journey. 

i    /CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
^-^   As  ye  journey  fweetly  fing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praife, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

a  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  Gor>, 
hi  the  way  the  Fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happinefs  lhall  fee. 

3  O,  ye  banifhed  (ccd^  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  fave  our  flefh  affumes, 
Brother  to  our  fouls  becomes. 

hour,  ye  little  flock,  atycj  bled, 
You  on  Jesu's  throne  (hall  red; 

0.5 


,28©  CHRIST  OUR  LIFE* 

(fcere  your  feat  is  now  prepar'd* 
There  your  kingdonrand  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  (land, 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undifmay'd  go  on. 

288.      Sevens.     Rippon's  Coll.     A. 
Chr'iji  our  Life. 

i   f~^  RACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 
^*"   My  requefls  vauchlafe  to  hear  \ 
Hear  my  never-ceafmg  cry, 
Give  me  Chrlft^  or  elfe  1  die. 

2  Lord,  deny  me"  what  thou  wilt, 
Only  eafe  me  of  my  guilt ; 
Suppliant  at  thy  feet  I  \\e9 
Give  me  Chri/l,  or  die  I  die. 

3  All  unholy  and  unclean, 

I  am  nothing  elfe  but  fin  ; 

On  thy  mercy  I  rely, 

Give  me  Chriji^  or  elfe  I  die. 

4  Thou  doft  freely  fave  the  loft> 
In  thy  grace  aione  I  trufl : 
With  my  earneft  fuit  comply^ 
Give  me  Ckri&~  or  elfe  I  die. 


REDEEMING  LOVE.  28l 

5  Thou  doft  promife  to  forgive 
All  who  in  thy  Son  believe  ; 
Lord,  I  know  thou  canfr.  not  lie, 
Give  me  Chrift^  or  elfe  I  die. 

289.     Sevens.     The  Coll.     J. 
Redeeming  Love. 

i  "VTOW  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
-*"^    Sing  aloud  in  Jesu's  name: 
Ye,  who  Jesu's  kindnefs  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  fee  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praife  and  blefs  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  fouls,  dry  up  your  tears  -f 
Baniih  all  your  guilty  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curfe  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  Haves  to  death  and  fin, 
Now  from  blifs  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  tafte  redeeming  love. 

c  Welcome  all  by  fin  opprefs'd, 

•  all  to  Fesus  Christ  ; 


282  ADORING  CHRIST. 

Nothing  brought  him  from  above^ 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  He  fubdued  th'  infernal  powers, 
His  tremendous  foes  and  ours 
From  their  curfed  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

7  Hither  then  your  muiic  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  firing, 
Mortals  join  the  hofts  above 
Join  to  praife  redeeming  love. 

290.     Sevens.     The  Coll.     J. 
Adoring  Chrift. 

1   13RETHREN,  let  us  join  to  blefs 
*-*  Jesus  Christ  our  joy  and  peace>: 
Let  our  praife  to  him  be  giv'n, 
High  at  God's  right  hand  in  Heav'n*. 

a  Matter,  fee  !  to  thee  we  bow, 
Thou  art  Lord,  and  only  thou; 
Thou  the  bleiTed  virgin's  feed, 
Glory  of  thy  Church,  and  Head. 

3  Thee  the  angels  ceafelefs  fmg, 

Thee  we  praife  our  Pried  and  King  ;. 
Worthy  is  thy  name  of  praife. 
Full  of  ulory,  fu.]J  of  grace. 


FOR   NEW-YEAR'S  DAY.  283 

4  Thou  haft  the  glad  tidings  brought 
Of  falvarion  by  thee  wrought ; 
Wrought  for  all  thy  church  !  and  we 
Worlliip  in  their  company. 

.5  We,  thy  little  flock,  adore 
Thee  Lord  for  ever  more  ! 
Ever  with  us  fhew  thy  love, 
Till  we  join  with  thofe  above. 

591.     Sevens.    The  Coll.    J. 
For  New-Tear's  Day* 

Hile,  with  ceafelefs  courfe,  the  fun 


ws 


Rafted  through  the  former  year* 
Many  fouls  their  race  have  run* 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here ; 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  ftate, 
They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 
But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

As  the  winded  arrow  flies 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find, 
As  the  light'ning  from  the  fkies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  dream  ; 


254  PRAISING    GOD. 

Upwards,  Lord,  our  fpirits  raife  $ 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  pad  receive ; 
Pardon  of  our  fins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 
With  eternity  in  view. 
JSlefs  the  word  to  young  and  old, 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
And  when  life's  fhort  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

292.     Sevens,  with  Hall.     The  Coll.     J. 
I  Pratfing  God. 

i    C**  Lory  be  to  God  on  high,  Hallelujah 
y-2    God,  whofe  glory  fills  the  Iky  > 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiv'n, 
Man,  the  well-belov'd  of  heav'n. 

2  Sov'reign  Father,  heav'nly  King,  Hall. 
Thee  we  now  prefume  to  fmg  ; 

Glad  thine  attributes  confefs, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberlefs. 

3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  ador'd ; 
Hail,  the  everlafting  Lord  ; 

Tfeee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove* 
Lord  fj  pow'r,  and  God  of  love  ! 


MORNING   AND  EVENING.  285 

293.     8.  6.  6.     The  Coll.     J. 
Morning. 

RISE  my  foul  adore  thy  Maker; 
Angels  praile  join  thy  lays, 

With  them  be  partaker. 
Sov'reign  Lord  of  ev'ry  fpirit, 

In  thy  light  lead  me  right, 

Thro'  my  Saviour's  merit. 
Thou  this  night  wall:  my  protector. 

With  me  (lay  all  this  day. 

Ever  my  director. 
Leave  me  not,  but  ever  love  me ; 

Let  thy  peace  be  my  blifs, 

Till  thou  hence  remove  me. 
Holy,  holy,  holy  giver 

Of  all  good,  life  and  food, 

Reign  ador'd  for  ever. 
Glory,  honour,  thanks,  and  bleffing, 

One  in  three,  give  we  thee, 

Never,  never  ceafing. 

294.     8.  6.  6.     The  Coll.     J. 
Evening. 

"P*  RE  I  deep,  for  ev'ry  favour 
-*--J   This  day  fhew'd,  and  beftow'd, 
I  will  blefs  my  Saviour. 


286  FINISHED  REDEMPTION. 

2  O  my  Lord  !  what  mall  I  render 
p  To  thy  name,  ftill  the  fame, 

Gracious,  good  and  tender. 

3  Leave  me  not,  but  ever  love  me  -, 

Let  thy  peace  be  my  blifs, 
Till  thou  hence  remove  me. 

4  Vifit  me  with  thy  falvation  ; 

Let  thy  care  now  be  near, 
Round  my  habitation. 

5  Thou  my  rock,  my  guard,  my  tow'r, 

Safely  keep,  while  I  fleep, 
Me,  with  all  thy  power. 
5  And,  whene'er  in  death  I  flumber. 
Let  me  rife  with  the  wife, 
Counted  in  their  number. 

295.     8.  8.  6.  and  ditto.     The  Coll.     A. 

Finj/bed  Redemption, 

i    9  np  IS  finiflied,  the  Redeemer  faid, 
-*■  And  meekly  bow'd  his  dying  head. 
Whilft  we  this  fentence  fcan, 
Come  fmners  and  obferve  the  word, 
Behold  the  conqueft  of  the  Lord 
Complete  for  helplefs  man. 


SPIRITUAL   BARRENNESS.  Q.Zj 

2  Finifh'd  the  righteoufnefs  of  grace, 
FinihVd  for  finners  pard'ning  peace  ; 

Their  mighty  debt  is  paid  : 
Accurfing  law  cancell'd  by  blood* 
And  wrath  of  an  offended  God 

Iq  fweet  oblivion  laid. 

3  Who  now  fhall  urge  a  iecond  claim  I 
The  law  no  longer  can  condemn  ; 

Faith  a  releafe  can  (hew  ; 
Juftice  itfelf  a  friend  appears, 
The  prifon  houfe  a  whifper  hears, 

"  Loofe  him  and  let  him  go." 

4  O  unbelief!  injurious  bar! 
Source  of  tormenting,  fruitlefs  fear, 

Why  dofr.  thou  yet  reply  ? 
Where'er  thy  loud  objections  fall, 
"  'Tis  finifh'd,''  (till  may  anfwer  all, 

And  filence  ev  ry  cry. 

296.      8.  8.  6.     The  Coll.     J. 
Spiritual  Barrennsfs. 

i  jVT^ST  righteous  God  my  doom  I  bear, 
My  load  of  guilt,  my  pain  and  care 
Inflam'd  to  bafe  defires ; 
Hard  toiling  for  eftibitter'd  bread, 


288  FOR  SERIOUSNESS. 

I  mourn  my  barren  foul  o'erfpread 
With  curfed  thorns  and  briars* 

2  Death's  fentence  in  myfelf  receive, 
And  duft  to  duft  already  cleave, 

Exii'd  from  paradife ; 
Haft'ning  to  hellifh  mifery, 
Jesus,  if  unredeem'd  by  thee, 

My  foul  forever  dies. 

3  But  Jesus  hath  my  fentence  borne4 
He  did  in  my  affliction  mourn  ; 

A  man  of  forrow  made 
A  fervant  and  a  curfe  for  me, 
He  bore  the  utmoft  penalty. 

He  fuffer'd  in  my  (lead. 

4  I  fee  him  fweat  great  drops  of  blood, 
I  fee  him  faint  beneath  my  load, 

The  thorns  his  temples  tear ; 
He  bows  his  bleeding  head  and  dies  ! 
He  lives !  he  mounts  above  the  ikies  J 

He  claims  my  Eden  there  ! 

297.     8.  8.  6.     The  Coll.     J. 
For  Serioufnefs, 

i   r'|"1  HOU  God  of  glorious  majefty  ! 

A     To  thee,  againft  myfelf,  to  thee 


FOR  SERIOUSNESS,  289 

A  worm  of  earth,  I  cry  : 
An  half-awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endlefs  blifs  or  pain, 

A  finner  born  to  die. 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  track  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  feas,  I  ftand 

Secure,  infenfible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  fpace 
Removes  me  to  the  heav'nly  place, 

Or  fhuts  me  up  in  hell. 

O  God,  mine  inmoft  foul  convert ! 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtlefs  heart 

Eternal  things  imprefs ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  folemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  'wake  to  righteoufnefs. 

Before  me  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  (halt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Loud,  Avail  I  be  there., 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom! 

Be  this  my  great  one  bufinefs  here, 
With  ferious  induftry  and  fear 


290         THE  SINNER  CONVERTED. 

My  future  blifs  t'infure; 
Thine  utmofl  counfel  to  fulfil, 
And  fufFer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 
6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  foul  receive, 
Tranfported  from  this  vale  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  fweetly  loft  in  fight, 
And  hope  in  full  fupreme  delight 

And  everlafting  love. 

297.     8.  8.  6.     The  Coll.     J. 
The /inner  Converted. 

V  V  Dear  Saviour,  my  revolving  breaft 

,  .uld  pail  offences  trace  ; 
Trembling,  I  make  the  black  review, 
Yet  pleas'd,  behold  admiring  too 

The  power  of  changing  grace, 
a  This  tongue  with  blafphemies  denTd, 
Theft  feet,  to  erring  paths  beguii'd, 

In  heavenly  league  agree  ; 
Who  could  believe  fuch  lips  could  prail 
Or  think  my  dark  and  winding  ways 

Should  ever  lead  to  thee  ? 


c. 


CONVERSE   WITH  CM  29I 

3  Thefe  eyes,  that  once  abus'd    . 
Now  lift  to  thee  their  wat'ry  light 

And  weep  a  filent  flood ; 
Thefe  hands  afcend  in  ceafelefs  prayer; 
O  wafli  away  the  (tains  they  wear 

In  pure  redeeming  blood ! 

4  Thefe  ears,  that  pleas'd  could  entertain 
The  midnight  oath,  the  luftful  drain, 

When  round  the  feftal  board ; 
Now  deaf  to  all  th?  inchanting  noife, 
Avoid  the  throng,  detell  the  joys, 

And  prefs  to  hear  thy  word. 

5  Thus  art  thou  ferv'd  in  ev'ry  part ; 
And  now  thou  dofl  transform  my  heart, 

That  drolTy  thing  refine  : 
Now  Grace  doth  nature's  ilrenq^h  con- 
And  a  new  creature— bpdy— foul,  (troul 

Are,  Lord,  for  ever  thine  ! 

293.     P.  M.     Twice  8  and  6,  and  three  S  and  6, 
Lyric  Poems*     A. 

Converfe  with  Chr\fl. 

i   T'M  tir'd  with  vifits,  modes  and  forms, 
-*•   And  flatt'ries  paid  to  fellow  worms, 
Their  converfation  cloys : 

R  2 


2p2  CONVERSE  WITH  CHRIST. 

Their  vain  amours,  and  empty  (luff: 
But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 
Of  thy  blefl  company,  my  Lord, 
Thou  life  of  all  my  joys. 

2  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 
Through  every  vein  my  paffions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  tongue; 
In  midnight  fhades,  on  frofty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleafing  found ; 
Nor  fhould  I  feel  December  cold, 

Nor  think  the  darknefs  long. 

3  There,  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God 
Count  o'er  the  fins  (a  heavy  load) 

He  bore  upon  the  tree, 
Inward  I  blufli  with  fecret  fhame, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  blefs  the  name 
That  knew  not  guilt  or  grief  his  own, 

But  bare  it  all  for  me. 

4  Next  he  defcribes  the  thorns  he  wore, 
And  talks  his  bloody  pafTion  o'er, 

Till  I  am  drown'd  in  tears : 
Yet  with  the  fympathetic  fmart 
There's  a  ftrange  joy  beats  round  my 
Thecurfed  tree  has  bleflings  in't,  (heart; 

My  fweeteft  balm  it  bears. 


CONVERSE  WITH  CHRIST.  293 

I  hear  the  glorious  fufferer  tell, 
How  on  his  crofs  he  vanquiuVd  hell 

And  all  the  powers  beneath  : 
Tranfported  and  infpir'd,  my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumphs  in  a  fong : 
How  has  the  ferpent  loft  his  fling, 

And  where's  thy  victory,  death? 

But  when  he  (hews  his  hands  and  heart, 
With  thofe  dear  prints  of  dying  fmart, 

He  fets  my  foul  on  fire : 
Not  the  beloved  John  could  reft 
With  more  delight  upon  that  b-eaft, 
Nor  Thomas  pry  into  thofe  wounds 

With  more  intenfe  defire. 

Kindly  he  opens  me  his  ear, 

And  bids  me  pour  my  forrows  there. 

And  tell  him  all  my  pains : 
Thus  while  I  eafe  my  burden'd  heart, 
In  ev'ry  woe  he  bears  a  part ; 
His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand 

My  drooping  head  fuftains* 

Fly  from  my  thoughts,  all  human  things 
And  fportmg  fwaiqs,  and  lighting  kings 
And  tales  of  wanton  love  : 


K  J 


294  ISAIAH    IX.    2. 

My  foul  difdains  that  little  fnare 
The  tangles  of  Amira's  hair  ; 
Thine  arms,  my  God,  are  fweeter  bands, 
Nor  can  my  heart  remove. 

299.      8  and  7.     The  Coll.     J. 
Jjalah  ix.  2. 

1 T     IGHT  of  thofe  whofe  dreary  dwelling 
***-*   Borders  on  the  iliades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  thy  love's  revealing, 

Diffipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepen1  darknefs  rife ! 
Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pouring  eye-fight  on  our  eyes ! 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing. 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart ; 
Chafing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Ev'ry  poor  benighted  heart  : 
Come,  and  manifefl  the  favour 

God  has  for  our  ranfom'd  race  ; 
Come,  thou  aii-fuflicient  Saviour, 

Come  and  bring  thy  gofpel-grace. 

j  Save  us  in  thy  great  companion, 
O  thou  mild  pacific  Prince  ! 


TO  JESUS   CHRIST.  295 

Give  the  knowledge  of  falvation, 
Give  the  pardon  of  our  fins ! 

By  thine  all-reftoring  merit, 
Ev'ry  burden'd  foul  releafe  ; 

Ev'ry  weary,  wand'ring  fpirit, 
Guide  into  thy  perfect,  peace. 

300.     8  and  7.     The  Coll.     J. 
To  Jefus  Chrljl. 

1  TT  AIL,  thou  once  defpifcd  Jesus  ! 
•*■  *    Hail,  thou  Galilean  King  ! 
Who  didfh  fufTer  to  releafe  us, 

Who  didft  free  falvation  bring! 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Who  haft  borne  our  fin  and  fliamc, 
By  whcfe  merits  we  find  favour, 

Life  is  given  thro*  thy  name  ! 

2  Pafchal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  fins  were  on  thee  laid  ! 
By  Almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  haft  full  atonement  made  \ 
Ev'ry  fin  may  be  forgiv'n, 

Thro'  the  virtue  of  thy  blood; 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  Ileav'n 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

R  4 


2^6    CHRIST  THE  BELIEVER'S  ALL. 

3  Jesus,  hail!  enrhron'd  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide ! 
All  the  heav'nly  hods  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  fide  : 
There  for  finners  thou  art  pleading, 

Spare  them  yet  another  year— 
Thou  for  faints  art  interceding. 

Till  in  glory  they  appear. 

4  Worfhip,  honour,  power  and  bleffing, 

Christ  is  worthy  to  receive— 
Louden:  praifes  without  ceafmg, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give ! 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  fpirits, 

Bring  your  fweetefr  nobleft  lays, 
Help  to  fmg  our  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chaunt  Immanuei/s  praife* 

301.      8.7.     The  Coll.      7. 
Chrifl  the  Believer's  AIL 

i   '       AMB  of  God  we  fall  before  thee, 
-*-*    Humbly  tru<ting  in  thy  crofs  ; 
That  alone  be  all  our  glory, 

All  things  elfe  are  dung  and  drofs ; 
Thee  we  own  a  perfect  Saviour, 

Only  fource  of  ail  that's  good  : 


CHRIST  THE  BELIEVER'S  ALE,       2C 

Ev'ry  grace  and  ev'ry  favour 
Come  to  us  thro'  Jefu's  blood. 

Jefus  gives  us  true  repentance, 

By  his  Spirit  fent  from  Kcav'n  ; 
Jefus  whifpers  this  fwcet  fentence, 

"  Son  thy  fins  are  all  forgiv'n  \if 
Faith  he  gives  us  to  believe  it, 

Grateful  heatts  bis  love  to  prize; 
Want  we  vvifdoru  ?  he  intift  give  it ; 

Hearing  ears  and  feeing  eyes. 

Jefus  gives  us  pure  affections, 

Wills  to  do  what  lie  requires  ; 
Makes^us  follow  his  directions, 

And,  what  he  commands,  infpires 
All  our  pray'rs  and  all  our  praifes, 

Rightly  ofFer'd  in  his  name  : 
He  that  dictates  them  is  Jefus ; 

He  that  anfwers  is  the  fame. 

When  we  live  on  Jefu's  merit. 

Then  we  worfhip  God  aright  : 
rather,  Son  and  Holy  Spiri  . 

Then  we  favingly  unite. 
This  the  whole  conclufion  of  it. 
Great  or  good  whate'er  we  call, 


a  5 


',98    BURIED  WITH  CHRIST  IN   BAPTISM, 

'   God,   or  King,  or  Pried,  or  Prophet, 
Jefus  Chrifl:  is  all  in  all. 

302.     8.  7.      Rippon's  Coll.     J. 
Buried  with  Chrifl  in  Baptifm.      Rom.  vi.  4. 

1    TESU3,  mighty  King  in  Sion  ! 
^    Thou  alone  our  guide  fhak  be ; 
Thy  commhTion  we  rely  on, 

We  would  follow  none  but  thee. 

s  As  an  emblem  of  thy  paffion, 

And  thy  vi&'ry  o'er  the  grave, 
We,  who  know  thy  great  falvation. 
Are  baptiz'd  beneath  the  wave. 

3  Fearlefs  of  the  world's  defpifing, 
We  the  ancient  path  purfue  ; 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rifmg 
To  a  life  divinely  new. 

303.      S.  7.     The  Coll.     J. 
An  happy  Moment. 

i    O  AVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
^    Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood, 
And  my  weary  troubled  fpirit, 

Now  finds  red  in  thee,  my  God  : 
1  am  fafe,  and  I  am  happy, 
While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie ! 


HAPPY  MOMENT.  2QO, 

Sin  and  fatan  cannot  hurt  me, 
While  the  Saviour  is  fo  nigh. 

Now  I'll  fing  of  Jefu's  merit, 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name, 
That  if  any  want  his  Spirit, 

He  is  ftiii  the  very  fame  : 
He  that  afketh  foon  receiveth, 

He  that  feeks  is  fure  to  find  ; 
Come,  for  whofoe'er  believeth, 

He  will  never  cafl  i  "   behind. 

Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading 

With  his  Father  and  our  God  j 
Now  for  us  he's  interceding, 

As  the  purchafe  of  his  blood  : 
Now  me  thinks  I  hear  him  pleading, 

"  Father  fave  them,  I  have  dy'd  j** 
And  the  Father,  anfwers,  faying, 

"  They  are  freely  juftify'd." 

304.      8.  7.      Robinfon.     J. 
1  Samuel  vii.  si. 

r^OME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blefiing, 
V-'   Tune  my  heart  to  fing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceaiitJg, 
Call  for  fongs  of  londcfl  praife  : 


^OO  .  INVITATION. 

Teach  me  fome  melodious  fonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 

Praife  the  mount — I'm  fixt  upon  it, 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raife  my  Eben  Ezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
I  And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleafure 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jefus  fought  me  when  a  flranger 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He  to  refcue  me  from  danger 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  conflrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love-*- 
Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  fealit; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above ! 


305.      8.  and  7.     The  Coll.     J. 

1,  defcend,  O  heav'nty 
each  fpark  into  a  flame ; 


1    f^OME,  defcend,  Qheav'nly  Spirit* 
^  Fan 


INVOKING   THE   SPIRIT.  *©! 

Bleflings  let  us  now  inherit, 
Blerlings  that  we  cannot  name  : 

Whilft  hofannas  we  are  finging, 
May  our  hearts  in  rapture  move, 

Feel  new  grace  in  them  (till  fpringing, 
Breathe  the  air  of  purcft  love. 

Let  us  fail  in  grace's  ocean, 

Float  on  that  unbounded  fea, 
Guided  into  pure  devotion, 

Kept  from  paths  of  error  free  : 
On  thy  heavenly  manna  feeding, 

Screen'd  from  ev'ry  envious  foe  \ 
Love,  O  love  for  linners  bleeding, 

All  for  thee  we  would  iorego. 

Keep  us,  Lord,  ftill  in  communion., 

Daily  nearer  drawn  to  thee  ; 
Sinking  in  the  fweeteft  union 

Of  that  heart-felt  my  fiery  : 
Keep  us  fafe  from  each  delufion, 

Well  protected  from  all  harm  ; 
Free  from  fin  and  all  confufion, 

Circle  us  within  thine  arms. 


302  DEATPI    AND  GLORY* 

306.     8.  7.     The  Coll.     J. 
Death  and  Glory. 

i    T  N  a  world  of  fin  and  forrow, 

■*•   Compafs'd  round  with  many  a  care* 
From  eternity  we  borrow 

Hope  that  can  exclude  defpair : 
Thee,  triumphant  God  and  Saviour ! 

In  the  glafs  of  faith  we  fee  ; 
O  affift  each  faint  endeavour ! 

Raife  our  earth-born  fouls  to  thee. 

i  Place  that  awful  fcene  before  us, 

Of  the  lad  tremendous  day 
When  to  life  thou  (halt  reftore  us  \ 

Lingering  ages  hade  away  ! 
Then  this  vile  and  fmful  nature 

Incorruption  mall  put  on ; 
Life  renewing,  glorious  Saviour ! 

Let  thy  gracious  will  be  done. 

307.     8.  7.     The  Coll.     J. 

The  Rtfurrecllon  of  Chr'tjl. 

i   TJLEAS'D  we  read  in  facred  ftory, 
-*-     How  our  Lord  refum'd  his  breath  ; 
Where,  O  grave's  thy  conqu'ring  glory  ? 
Where's  thy  fting3  thou  fantom  death? 


RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST.         303 

Soon  thy  jaws,  rcftrain'd  from  chewing, 
Mud  difgorge  their  ranfom'd  prey  : 

Man  firfl:  gave  the  pow'r  to  ruin, 
Man  too  takes  that  pow'r  away. 

I  ain  Alpha,  fays  the  Saviour, 

I  Omega  likewife  am  ; 
I  was  dead  and  live  forever, 

God  Almighty  and  the  Lamb. 
In  the  Lord  is  our  perfection, 

And  in  him  our  boaft  we'll  make; 
We  mall  {hare  his  refurre&ion, 

If  we  of  his  death  partake. 
Ye  that  die  without  repentance, 

Ye  muft  rife  when  Chrift  appears  ; 
Rife  to  hear  your  dreadful  fentence, 

While  the  faints  rejoice  in  theirs : 
You  to  dwell  with  fiends  infernal, 

They  with  Jefus  Chrift  to  reign  : 
They  go  into  life  eternal, 

You  to  everlafling  pain. 
Bold  rebellion,  bafe  backfliding, 

Stop  your  courfe,  reflect  with  dread; 
In  de&rucTion  there's  no  hiding ; 

Death  and  hell  give  up  their  dead, 
Ev'ry  fea,  and  lake,  and  river 

Shall  reft  ore  their  dead  to  view  : 


304  JUGDMENT. 

Shout  for  gladnefs,  O  believer! 
Chrifl  is  rifen,  and  (o  mall  you. 

.308.     8  and  7.     A. 
judgment. 

i  TJRESS'D  my  foul  with  future  prof- 
■*•  Sing  creation's  difmal  end;  (peel, 
Long-  foretold  by  facred  Prophets, 

Holy  mufe  thy  fuccours  lend. 
Say  what  horror,  what  confufion 

Will  each  finful  heart  difmay  ; 
What  diftrefTes,  tortures,  anguifh, 

Reign  in  that  tremendous  day. 

1  Rumbling  thunders,  forky  lightnings^ 

Ghaftly  glaring  thwart  the  gloom  y 
Nature  making  to  her  center, 

Groans  prophetic  of  her  doom. 
Cliffy  rocks  and  lofty  mountains 

O'er  their  trembling  bafis  rock  ; 
While  Earth  yawns  in  dreadful  chafme, 

With  each  ftrong  repeated  fhock. 

3  Seas  with  horrid  palpitation,* 

Ravage  round  their  frighted  fhores, 
Blattering  wind  with  frantic  fury, 
Through  each  ruin'd  fabric  roars ; 


JUDGMENT.  305 

The  Sun's  bright  orb  is  veil'd  in  fackcloth 
Stripp'd  of  1  11  his  fparkling  beams; 

The  moon  has  dropp'd her filver radiance, 
And  duTolves  in  purple  flreams. 

Stars  of  light  divinely  brilliant, 
,  Studding  night,  Cimmerian  robe  ; 
Hurl'd  in  darknefs  from  their  orbits, 

Each  a  darken'd  ruin'd  globe. 
Hark !  the  martial  trumpet  founding 

Rends  in  twain  the  chryftal  iky  j 
Vengeance  blazing  lights  the  concave 

Of  profound  eternity. 

See  the  fov'reign  iEther  furling  ; 

Nobler  fcenes  falute  mine  eyes; 
Heav'n  in  folemn  pomp  descending, 

Crimfon  banners  drefs  the  ikies. 
On  the  arched  ftriped  rainbow, 

Sits  enthron'd  the  eternal  God, 
Myriads  of  Celejlial  Warriors, 

Round  him  wait  his  awful  nod. 

Go,  he  cries,  ye  winged  heralds, 
Bring  my  faints  from  ev'ry  wind, 

Thofe  my  blood  from  death  has  ranfom'd, 
Thofe  in  life's  fair  volume  penn'd?' 

Strait  a  holy  troop  chfsquious, 
Swift  as  lightning  ikiavd  along, 


3°6  JUDGMENT. 

And  from  ev'ry  grave  collecting 
Jefu's  dear  redeemed  throng. 

7  Death  no  more  with  livid  afpect 

Spurs  his  fallow  freed  to  flay; 
Now  the  ravenous  foe  difgorges, 

All  his  long  imprifon'd  prey; 
Rous'd  from  Tombs  each  wicked  rifes, 

By  the  trumpet's  thrilling  found, 
Round  they  flare  with  wild  amazement, 

Wond'ring  at  the  fcene  profound. 

8  Fili'd  with  horror,  dread  and  anguifh, 

Rocks  and  mountains  they  implore 
To  fall  and  crufh  them  out  of  being; 

V/ifhing  now  to  be  no  more. 
Hark  !  the  Herald  calls  to  judgment, 
.r  .  Ju-^ce  draws  her  glittering  fword, 
Lightning  glances  from  his  afpect ; 

Thunder  clothes  his  awful  word. 

9  Go,  ye  curfed,  fili'd  with  vengeance, 

^  Nor  for  peace  my  name  invoke ; 
1  e  who  once  defpis'd  my  mercy, 

And  my  fury  diire  provoke : 

Go  to  pits  of  burning  fulphur, 

Ever  bttmSh'd  froai  my  red ; 


JUDGMENT.  307 

Where  the  foul's  eternal  larum, 
Ceafdefs  beats  your  pulilve  bread. 

309.     8.  7.     Newport  Coll.     A. 
judgment, 

LO,  th*  Almighty  King  of  Glory, 
Sends  his  awful  fummons  forth! 
Calls  the  nations  all  before  him  1 

From  the  eaft,  fouth,  weft  and  north! 
His  loud  trumpet,  his  loud  trumpet,  his 
loud  trumpet, 
Rends  the  tombs,  the  dead  awake ! 

Now  behold  the  dead  arifing ; 

Great  and  fmall  before  him  itandj 
Not  one  foul  forgot,  or  miffing, 

None  his  orders  countermand  ; 
Ail  (land  waiting,  all  (land  waiting,  all 
(land  waiting, 

For  their  laft  decifive  doom. 

Now  the  Saviour,  once  defpifed, 

Comes  to  judge  the  quick  and  dead : 

his  Foes  each  one  with  horror, 
Lifting  up  his  guilty  head  : 

How  they  tremble;  how  they  tremble, 

s 


3^3  JUDGMENT. 

how  they  tremble ! 
At  the  Lamb's  tremendous  bar  ! 

4  Now  they  fee  him  on  the  rainbow, 

VV  rth  his  countlefs  guards  around- 
Samts  and  Angels  his  retinue, 

With  their  harps  of  fweeteft  found. 
Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  !  Hallekjah! 

Lchoes  fweet  from  all  the  choir. 

5  Now  his  chofen  gladly  meet  him, 

All  feraphic,  all  divine ! 
Lo  !  they  join  the  glorious  army 

Whofe  bright  robes  the  fun  oGtfhine' 
All   triumphant!   all   triumphant!    all 
triumphant  I 

See  the  grand  redeemed  throng; 

>  Then  behold  the  dreadful  fentence 
On  the  foes  of  Chrift  is  pad: : 
Down  to  hell  without  repentance, 

All  the  guilty  croud  is'  can: ; 
While   the   ranfom'd,    while,  the  ran- 
fom'd, while  the  ranfom'd, 
All  applaud  the  righteous  doom. 

Now  attend  the  noble  army, 

Wa&'d  in  their  Redeemer's  blood; 


JUDGMENT.  3C9 

Swift  and  joyful  is  their  journey 
To  the  palace  of  their  God ! 
All  victorious !   all  victorious !  all  vic- 


torious 


Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb ! 
Epiphonema* 
O  ye  finners,  now  give  glory- 
To  the  great  eternal  Three ! 
While  fuch  danger  lies  before  you, 

Can  you  unconcerned  be  ? 
Judgment  haflens !    judgment  haflens! 

judgment  haftei 
Mercy,  mercy  now  implore  ! 

310.     The  Coll.     A. 
Judgment. 

LO  he  comes  in  clouds  defending. 
Once  for  helplefs  finners  flain  1 
Thoufand,  thoufand  faints  attending. 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 
All  the  Angels  cry  Amen. 

Ev'ry  eye  fhall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty, 
Thofe  who  fet  at  nought  and  fold  him, 

s  2 


3IO  JUDGMENT. 

Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree. 
Deeply  wailing,  &c. 
Shall  the  true  Mcfliah  fee. 

3  Ev'ry  ifiand,  fea,  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth,  fhall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him,  mud,  confounded, 

Kear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day; 
Come  to  judgment,  &c. 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away! 

4  New  redemption,  long  expected, 

See,  in  folemn  pomp  appear  ! 
All  his  faints  by  man  rejected, 

Now  fhall  meet  him  in  the  air ! 
Hallelujah,  &c. 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

5  Anfvvcr  thine  own  bride  and  Spirit, 

Haften  Lord  the  gen'ral  doom, 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth  t'inherit, 

Take  thy  pining  exiles  home  ; 
All  creation,  &c. 
Travails!  groans!  and  bids  thee  come. 


6  Yea,  amen,  let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thy  eternal  throne! 


JUDGMENT.  3II 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own ; 
O  come  quickly,  &c. 
Hallelujah !  come,  Lord,  come. 

311.     The  Coll.     A. 
'Judgment. 

LO  !  he  cometh !  countlefs  trumpets 
Blow  before  the  bloody  fign ; 
'Midft  ten  thoufand  faints  and  angels 

See  the  crucified  fhine: 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Welcome,  welcome  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

Now  his  merit  by  the  harpers, 
Thro'  the  eternal  deep  refounds; 

Now  refplendent  (hine  his  nail-prints, 
Ev'ry  eye  mail  fee  his  wounds : 

They  who  piere'd  him,  &c.  he 

Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

Ev'ry  LTand,  fea,  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth  (hall  flee 
All  who  hate  him,  mud,  afliamed, 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day 
Come  to  judgment,  &c.  &c. 
Stand  before  the  Son  of  Man. 


s3 


312  JUDGMENT. 

4  Saints  who  love  him,  view  his  dory 

binning  in  his  bruifed  free 
His  dear  perfon  on  the  rainbow, 

Now  his  people's  head  flball  raife  : 
-Happy  mourners,  &c.  &c. 
Lo!  in  clouds,  he  comes,  he  comes! 

5  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 

See!  in  fbiemn  pomp  appear/ 
All  his  people,  once  rejected, 

Now  (hall  meet  him  in  the  air : 
Halielujah!  &a  &c. 
Now  the  promisM  kingdom's  come, 
6  View  him  fmijiiig,  now  delermin'd 
J^v  ry  evil  to  deftroy ; 
All  the  nations  now  mail  ling  him 

Songs  of  everlafting  joy  : 
O  come  quickly,   &c.°&c. 
Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come. 

#*   8.  7.  altered  by  Toplady.   Helmflcy  Tune 


C  9£e>7Ciinners>  poor,  and  wretched, 
y>  Weak  and  wounded,  f,ck  and  fore 

Jems  ready  fcands  to  fave  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power: 

He  is  able, 

He  is  willing;  doubt  no  more. 


IKVITATION.  313 

Ho!  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  : 
True  helief  and  true  repentance, 

ry  grace  that  brings  us  nigh — 
Without  money, 
Come  to  Jefus  Chrift,  and  buy. 

Let  not  confeience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitnefs  fondly  dream  : 

All  the  fitnefs  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  }  our  need  of  him: 

This  he  gives  you, 

'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimmering  beam. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  your  Maker  proftrate  lies ! 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  faMh'd  :" 

Sinner,  will  not  this  fufEce? 

Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God,  afcended. 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 

Let  no  other  truft  intrude ; 
None  but  Jefus 
Can  do  helplefs  fmners  good. 


s  A 


314  DISMISSION. 

6  Saints  and  angels,  joinM  in  concert. 
Sing  the  praifes  of  .the  Lamb, 
While  the  blifsful  feats  of  Heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name. 
Hallelujah ! 

Sinners  here  may  do  the  fame. 
*13.    8  and  7,  8  and  7,  4  and  7.  Rippon's  Coll.  J* 
DifmjJJion. 

1  T    ORD,  difmifs  us  with  a  bleffing, 
■*— J  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ^ 
Let  us  each  thy  love  poflefling, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace: 
O  refrefh  us ! 
Trav'ling  through  this  wildernefs. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gofpel's  joyful  found ; 
May  the  fruit  of  thy  falvation, 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound : 
May  thy  prefence 
With  us  ever  more  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  fignal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  Angels  wings  to  Heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay, 

May  we  ready, 

Rife  and  reign  in  cndlefs  day. 


FINISHED  REDEMPTION.  315 

$14.     Twice  8.  7,  4  and  7.     Rippon's  Coll.     J, 
Fivj/bed  Redemption. 

i   TTARK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
•*-  ■*»   Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 
See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  afunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veil's  the  Iky  ! 
«  It  is  finiflied  !" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry  ! 

2  It  is  finifh'd  !  O  what  pleafurc 

Do  thefe  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  biddings,  without  mcafure. 

Flow  to  us  from  Chrift  the  Lord. 
"  It  is  finifh'd  !" 
Saints  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finifh'd,  all  the  types  and  fhadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ! 
Finifh'd,  all  that  God  hath  promis'd  ; 

Death  and  hell  no  more  (hall  awe. 
It  is  finifh'd ! 
Saints  from  hence  your  comfort  draw7. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  feraphs,    . 

Join  to  fing  the  pleafmg  theme  : 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praife  Immanuel's  name  ! 

s5 


gi6  INVITATION. 

Hallelujah!  .    . 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 


SI 5.     The  Coll.     J, 

Invitation. 

COME,  ye  finners,  come  to  Jefas, 
Think  upon  your  gracious  Lord? 
He  has  pity'd  your  condition, 

He  has  fent  his  gofpel  word  : 
Mercy  calls  you, 
Mercy  flows  on  Jena's  blood. 

Dearefl:  Saviour  help  thy  fervant 
To  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love  ; 

Pour  thy  grace  upon  this  people, 
That  thy  truth  they  may  approve: 

Blefs,  O  blefs  them! 

From  thy  Alining  courts  above. 

Now  thy  gracious  word  invites  them 
To  partake  the  gofpel-feafl : 

Let  thy  Spirit  tweedy  draw  them, 
Ev'ry  foul  be  Jefu's  guefl. 

O  receive  us, 

Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  red. 


yOR  REVIVAL.  317 

316.     S  &  7,   8  5c  7,  4  &  8,  or  ii  &  7. 
Altered  by  Ryland.     J. 

Prayer  for  Revival* 

1  OAVIOUR,  vifit  thy  plantation, 

^   Grant  us,  Lokd,  a  gracious  rain! 
All  will  come  to  defclation, 

Unlefs  thou  return  again: 
Lord,  revive  us, 
All  our  help  muft  come  from  thee- 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  diftance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high ; 
Left  for  v.  ant  of  thine  afiiftance, 
Ev'ry  plant  fhould  droop  and  die  i 
Lord,  £:c. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourinVd, 

Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  fpirits  nouriuYd, 
Happy  feafons  we  have  feen!  Lord,  &c. 

4  But  a  drought  has  fince  fucceeded, 

And  a  fad  decline  we  fee  \ 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee :  Lord,  &c. 

5  Where  are  thofe  we  counted  leaders, 

Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth  ? 
Old  profeffors,  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth !  Lord.  &c 


318  FOR   REVIVAL. 

6  Some  in  whom  we 

We  fhall  rneer 
Some,  alas ! 
Scarce  a  fi  :c. 

7  Your»2 ■■■■:  '.at, 

Co  • 

But  th( 
Frc:  ;  .  bud! 

Lord,  &c. 

8  Deareft  Sav'our  hapten  hither, 

Thou  canfl  make  them  bloom  again ; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain :  Lord.  &c 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers ; 
Let  each  one  efleem'd  thy  fervant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  fnares : 
Lord,  &c. 

io  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  flony  heart  to  fiefh  ; 

And  begin,  -from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afrefh : 

Lord,  revive  us, 

All  our  help  mufl  come  from  thee. 


&e.         319 

317.     8,  7.  8,  7.  twice  7.     The  Coll.     J, 
The  Word  of  God  more  precious  than  Gold. 

PRECIOUS  Bible  !  what  a  treafure 
Docs  the  Word  of  God  afford  ! 
All  I  want  for  life  and  pleafure, 

Food  and  med'cine,  fhield  and  fvvordo 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor. 
Having  this,  I  want  no  more. 

Food  to  which  the  world's  a  ftranger? 

Here  ray  hungry  foul  enjoys ; 
Of  cxcefs  there  is  no  danger, 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys, 
On  a  dying  Christ  1  feed, 
Here  is  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

When  my  faith  is  faint  and  fickly3 
Or  when  fatan  wounds  my  mind. 

Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly, 
Healing  med'eines  here  I  find  : 

To  the  promifes  I  flee, 

Each  affords  a  remedy. 

In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield  ; 

For  the  word  of  confolaticn 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  fhield. 

W':i!e  the  fcripture-truths  endure,, 

From  his  p6w5r  I  am  fecure. 


320      PBAISE  To  TM  EEDEEME8 

5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me; 

When  I  take  the  Spirit's  fword, 
Then  with  eafe  I  drive  him  from  me 
Satan  trembles  at  the  Word         * 

l£SnaIWOr?  fQr  COn<5ueft  made, 
Keen  the  edge  and  ftrong  the  blade. 
6  Shall  I  envy  then  the  mifer, 

Doatmg  on  his  golden  ftore? 
Sure  I  am,  or  mould  be,  wifer 

I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor  ;   ' 
Jefus  gives  me  in  his  word 
Food  and  med'cine,  fhield  and  fword. 

313.     8,  7.  8,7.  twice  y.     The  Co]!_     ^    . 
Praife  to  the  Ri4emer. 

1  LETTpfUS  l0Ve'.fan^  fmS,  and  wonder, 
H   u    I  I  ?ra,f?  the  Saviour's  name  • 
He  has  huih-d  the  law's  loud  thundS' 
He  has  quench'd  mount  Sinai's  flame  : 
He  has  waih'd  us  with  his  blood 
He  has  brought  us  nigh  to  God' 

'  Let  us  fing,  tho'  fierce  temptation 
threaten  hard  to  bear  us  down  ; 

For  the  Lord,  our  ftrong  falvation, 
Holds  ,n  view  the  conqu'rors  crown  • 

He,  who  waih'd  us  with  his  blood, 
Sooa  will  bring  us  home  to  God 


RELATIVE  DUTIES.  321 

3  Let  us  wonder!  grace  and  juflice 

join  and  point  to  mercy's  (lore ; 
Y/Iien  thro'  grace  in  Christ  our  trufl  h 

Juftice  fmiles  and  afks  no  more : 
He,  who  wafh'd  us  with  his  blood, 
lias  fecur'd  our  way  to  God. 

4  Let  us  praife  and  join  the  chorus 

Of  the  faints  enthron'd  on  high  I 
Here  they  trufted  him  before  us, 

Now  their  praifes  fill  the  iky  : 
Thou  haft  wafh'd  us  with  thy  blood, 
Thou  art  worthy,  Lamb,  of  God  ! 

5  Yes,  we  praife  thee,  glorious  Saviour; 

Wonder,  love  and  blefs  thy  name; 
Pardon,  Lord,  our  poor  endeavour, 

Pity,  for  thou  know'ft  our  frame: 
Wafh  our  fouls  and  fongs  with  blood, 
For  by  thee  we  come  to  God. 

-19.     Twice  8  and  7,  ditto.     The  Coll.     J. 
Relative  Duties. 

i    /^HrifUans  in  your  fevcral  ftationSj 
^   Dutiful  to  all  relations, 

Give  to  each  his  proper  due, 
Let  not  their  unkind  behaviour 


322  RELATIVE  DUTIES. 

Make  you  difobey  your  Saviour  ; 
His  command's  the  rule  for  you. 

2  Parents,  be  to  children  tender  ; 
Children,  full  obedience  render 

To  your  parents  in  the  Lord  ; 
Never  flight  nor  difrefpecT:  them, 
Nor  thro'  pride,  when  old,  reject  them; 

"Tis  the  precept  of  the  word. 

3  Wives,  to  Hufbands  yield  fubjeclion  -, 
Hufbands,  with  a  kind  affection 

Cheriih,  as  yourfelves,  your  wives ; 
Mailers  rule  with  moderation, 
Sway'd  by  juftice,  not  by  paffion, 

To  the  fcriptures  fqnare  your  lives, 

4  Servants,  ferve  your  matters  truly ; 
Not  unfaithful,  nor  unruly, 

To  the  pood  nor  to  the  bad  ; 
Nor  refufmg  what  you'r  bidden  ; 
Nor  replying  when  you'r  chidden, 

'Tis  the  ordinance  of  God. 

5  This  (hall  folve  th*  important  queftion, 
Whether  thou'rt  a  real  Chriftian, 

Better  than  each  golden  dreamt 
Better  far  than  lip  expreffion, 


ISAIAH  1III.  323 

Towering  notions,  great  profeirlc-r,. 
This  fhall  ihew  your  love  to  him. 

320.     Twice  8  and  7.     Ditto.     The  Coil.     J, 

Ifa'iah  liii. 

i   \A7  TTO  hath  our  report  believed, 
▼  *  "h  come,  is  not  received, 

No  ed  by  his  own  ; 

Promise  Branch  from  root  of  Jtile, 
David's  offspring  fent  to  blefs.yc, 
Come  too  meekly  to  be  known. 

2  Like  a  tender  plant  that's  growing 
Where  no  water's  friendly  flowing, 

No  kind  rains  refrefh  the  ground  ; 
Drooping,  dying  we  fhall  view  him, 
See  no  charm  to  draw  us  to  him, 

There  no  beauty  will  be  feen. 

j  Lo !  Mefiiab,  unrefpecred, 
Man  of  grief,  defpis'd,  rejected, 

Wounds  his  form  disiig'ring; 
Marr'd  his  vifaee  more  than  an   1 
For  he  bears  the  fin  of  many, 

All  our  forrows  carrying. 

4  No  deceit  his  mouth  hath  fpoken, 
Blameleis,  he  no  law  had  broken  ; 


.324  ISAIAH  LIU. 

Yet  was  number'd  with  the  worft : 
For,  becaufe  the  Lord  would  grieve  him, 
We,  who  iaw  it,  did  believe  him 

For  his  own  offences  curfL 

5  But  while  hirn  our  thoughts  accu fed. 
He  for  us  alone  was  bruifed, 

Stricken,  fmitten  for  our  guilt : 
With  his  ftripes  our  wounds  are  cured. 
By  his  pains  our  peace  allured, 

Purchas'd  by  the  blood  he  fpilt. 

^f  Love  amazing  fo  to  mind  us  f 
Shepherd  come  from  heaven  to  find  us 

Silly  ineep  all  gone  aftray  ! 
Loll,  undone  by  our  tranfgreiTions ; 
Worfe  than  ilript  of  all  polfeiTions, 

Debtors  without  hope  to  pay. 

7  Fear  our  portion,  flaves  in  fpirit, — 
He  redeem/d  us  by  his  merit. 

To  a  glorious  liberty : 
Dearly  firft  his  goodnefs  bought  us, 
Truth  and  love,  then  fweetly  taught  u$; 
Truth  and  love  have  made  usjfr 

S  BletTed  bz  the  power  who  gave 
Ffccly  -Son  to  lav.' 


JUDGMENT.  325 

Blefs'd  the  Son,  who  freely  came  : 
Honour,  bleffing,  adoration, 
Ever  from  the  whole  creation 

Be  to  God,  and  to  the  Lamb. 

321.     Five  8  and  7.     The  Coll.     J, 
Judgment. 

j  TJf  E  comes  1  he  comes!  the  Judge  fevere 

^-  -*-Thefeventh  trumpet  fpeakshiinnearj 

His  lightnings  flalh,  his  thunders  roll, 

He's  welcome  to  the  faithful  foul ; 

Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,    wel- 

Welcome  to  the  faithful  foul,  (come 

2  From  heav'n  angelic  voices  found, 
See  th'  Almighty  Jesus  crown'd  ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face 

Glory,   glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Defcending  on  his  azure  throne, 
He  claims  tlve  kingdoms  as  his  own; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord ; 

Hail  him,  hail  hi  in,  hail  him,  hail  him; 
liiil  him  their  triumphant  Lp&9« 


326  CHRIST  WITHDRAWN. 

4  Shout  all  the  people  of  the  iky, 
And  all  the  faints  of  the  Moll  High : 
Our  God,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
•For  ever,  arid  for  ever  reigns  5 

Ever,  ever,  ever,  ever, 
Ever,  and  for  ever  reigns, 

5  The  Father  praife,  the  Son  adore, 
The  Spirit  blefs  for  evermore : 
Salvation's  glorious  work  is  don@$ 
We  welcome  the  great  Three  in  One ; 
Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 

Welcome  the  great  Three  in  One. 

fes.  Eights,  of  twice  3  fy'ilables  and  2.  TheColl.  J. 

Chrijl  tv'iihdrazvn. 

t    f\  WHAT  fhali  I  do  to  retrieve, 
^-*  The  love  for  a  feafon  bcfttrfr'dj 
'Tis  better  to  die  than  to  live. 

Exil'd  from  the  pre  fence  of  God: 
With  forrow  diffracted  ; 

With  palpable  horror  oppr 
The  city  I  wander  about, 

And  feek  my  repofe  in  his  I  v: 

2  Ye  watchman  of  Ifrael.  declare, 
If  ye  my  fccicved  have  leen, 


WHAT  THINK  YZ  OF  CHRIST.      Jtfj 

I  noint  to  that  heav'niy  fair, 
ing  the  children  of  men  : 
My  Lover  and  Lord  from  above, 

Who  only  can  quiet  my  pain, 
Whom  only  I  Ianguifli  to  love, 
O  where  fliall  I  find  him  again  ? 

3  The  joy  and  defire  of  mine  eyes, 

The  end  of  my  forrow  and  woe  $ 
My  hope,  and  my  heav'niy  prize, 

My  height  of  ambition  below  : 
Once  more  if  he  (hew  me  his  face. 

He  never  again  fliall  depart, 
Detain'd  in  my  clofeft  embrace, 

Conccal'd  in  the  depth  of  my  heart. 

323.     Eights.     New  Jerufalcm.     Newton,     y. 
What  think  ye  of  Chr'ijl  P  Matt.  xxii.  4Z- 

l  \y"HAT  think  ye  of  Chriil;  is  the  tell 

To  try  both  your  ftate  and  your 

You  cannot  be  right  in  the  reft,  (fcheme, 

Unlefs  you  think  rightly  of  him  ; 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view. 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not, 
So  God  is  difpofed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

T  % 


328     WHAT  THINK  YE   OF  CHRIST, 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  agel  at  mod ; 
Sure  thefe  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themfelves  utterly  loft : 
So  guilty,  fo  helplefs  am  I, 

1  duril  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unlefs  I  were  fure  he's  a  God. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan, 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can. 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 

(A  little  they  own,  they  may  fail) 
They  purpofe  to  make  up  full  weight, 

By  cafting  his  name  in  the  fcale. 

4  Some  (tile  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 

And  fay  he's  the  fountain  of  joys  ; 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys: 
Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kifs, 

And  as  they  falute  him  betray  ; 
Ah  !  what  will  profeflion  like  this, 

Avail  in  his  terrible  day  ? 


WHAT  THINK  7E  01    CHRIST.       329 

5  If  afk'd  what  of  Jefus  I  think  ? 

Tho'  frill  my  bcft  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
I  lay,  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  myflrength,  and  my  (tore, 
My  fhephcrd,  my  hufband,  my  friend, 

My  Saviour  from  fin  and  from  thrall, 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 
My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  AIL 

$24.     Eights.     New  Jerafalem.     Newton.     J. 

Jofiph  made  known  to  his  Brethren.    Gen.  xlv.  3.  4. 

i   TT7HEN  Jofeph  his  brethren  beheld 
*  *     Affli&ed  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  with  companion  was  fill'd, 

From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear  : 
A  while  his  behaviour  was  rough, 

To  bring  their  pad  fin  to  their  mind  ; 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough,, 
He  haded  to  (hew  himfelf  kind, 

2  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 

Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  fold! 

How  great  their  con fu (ion  mi-il  be, 
As  foon  as  his  name  he  had  tol 

Ci  I  am  Jofeph  your  brother,  he  faid, 
And  (nil  to  my  heart  you  are  dear., 


^"O     JOSEPH   MADE   KXOWN   TO   HIS    EJLETHRZ*; 

You  fold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 
But  God  for  your  fakes  fent  me  here." 

3  Tho'  greatly  diftreifed  before, 

When  charg'd  with  purloining  the  cup, 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more, 

Not  one  of  them  durft  to  look  up. 
"  Can  Jofeph,  whom  we  would  have  flain, 

Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
And  will  he  our  houmolds  maintain  ? 
O  this  is  a  brother  indeed !" 

4  Thus  dragg'd  by  my  conference  I  came, 

And  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord: 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  lliame, 
Unable  to  utter  a  word. 
-  'Atfirft  he  iook'd  ftern  and  fevere, 

nguifh  then  pierced  my  heart ! 
ig  each  moment  to  hear 
The  fentence,  "  Thou  curfed  depart." 

5  But  oh  1  what  iurpri^  when  he  fpoke, 

While  tendernefs  beam'd  in  his  face  : 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

(>erwhelm'd  and  confounded  by  grace. 
Poor  finner,  I  know  thee  full  well, 

By  thee  I  was  ibid  and  was  ilain  ; 


LONGING    AFTER   CHRIST.         **\ 

But  I  dy'd  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
And  raife  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

6  I  am  Jefus  whom  thou  haft  blafphem'4, 

And  crucify'd  often  afrefli ; 
But  let  me  henceforth  be  eileem'd 

Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flefk. 
My  pardon  I  freely  beftow, 

Thy  wants  I  will  fully  fupply  ; 
Til  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 

And  foon  will  remove  thee  on  high, 

7  Go  publifh  to  finners  around, 

That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, 
The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 

And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room* 
Oh,  finners,  the  meiTage  obey  ! 

No  more  vain  excufes  pretend  ; 
But  come,  without  further  delay, 

To  Jesus,   our  brother  and  friend. 

325.     The  Co!!.     P.M.     8  of  8.     J. 
Lunging  after  CLrjjl. 

i   '      LONG  to  behold  him  array'd 
-*-   With  glory  and  light  from  above  ; 
The  King  in  his  beauty  difplayd, 
His  beauty  of  holieil  love  : 

T  4 


^yz  FUNERAL  HYMN. 

I  Ianguilk  and  die  to  be  there, 

Where  Jefus  hath  fix'd  his  abode, 

O  when  ihall  we  meet  in  the  air, 
And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God. 

2  With  Him  I  on  Zion  Avail  ftand, 

(For  Jefus  hath  fpoken  the  word) 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord  : 
But  when  on  thy  bofom  reclined, 

Thy  face  I  am  ftrengthen'd  to  fee 
My  fulnefs  of  rapture  I  find, 

My  Heaven  of  Heavens  in  thee  ! 

3  How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

'Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  fed, 

No  ficknefs  or  fofrow  mail  prove : 
Phyfician  of  fouls  unto  me 

Forgivenefs  and  holinefs  give, 
And  then  from  the  body  fet  free, 

And  then  to  the  city  receive. 

326.    The  Coll.    A. 


A  Funeral  Hymn, 

I      AH!  lovely  appearance  of  death, 
•**•  No  fight  upon  earth  is  fo  fair ; 


fjfjEE-AL  HYMX.  33  J 

Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe, 
Can  with  a  dead  body  compare  \ 

With  folcmn  delight  1  furvey 

The  corps  when  the  ipirit  is  fled, 

In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  its  Head. 

i  How  bled  is  cur  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  \ 
How  eafy  the  foul  that  has  left 
ri  lie  wearHbme  body  behind  ! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

ah  znvj  I  fee ; 
No  longer  in  mifery  now, 
No  longer  a  (l  mer  like  me. 

3  I'his  earth  is  a:T^kd  no  more 

fs,  or  fnaken  with  pain; 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  mall  vex  him  again  : 
No  anger  henceforward  or  fhame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay, 
Extincl  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  paifion  is  vanihYd  away. 

4  Tliislangui&ing  head  is  at  red, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er: 

t  c 


534  FUNERAL  HYMN. 

This  quiet  immoveable  breafc 
Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more  ; 

This  heart  is  no  longer  the  feat 
Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ; 

It  ceafes  to  flutter  and  beat, 
It  never  fhall  flutter  again. 

5  The  lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe, 

By  forrow  forbidden  to  fleep, 
SeaPd  up  in  eternal  repofe, 

Have  (trangely  forgotten  to  weep: 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  fupplies, 

Thefe  hollows  from  water  are  free ; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  eyes. 

And  evil  they  never  fhall  fee. 

6  To  mourn  and  to  fufFer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prifon  I  breathe; 
And  flill  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  prefs  to  the  iffues  of  death  ; 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew 

O  might  I  this  moment  become ; 
My  fpirit  created  anew, 

My  flefli  be  confign'd  to  the  tomb. 


FUNERAL.  »$$ 

7.  Eights,  of  twice  5  fyllal  .:.  TheColl.  J. 


us  on  high ! 


Funeral. 

i   TTf  OS  ANN  AH  to  Jesi 

■*-  ■*■   Another  has  cntcr'd  his  reft  -> 
Another  has  'fcap'd  to  the  iky, 

And  lodg'd  in  Immanuei's  bread : 
The  foul  of  our  brother  is  gone 

To  heighten  the  triumph  above  ; 
Exalted  to  Jesus's  throne  ! 

Exalted  by  Jesus's  lov*  ! 

2  How  happy  the  angels  that  fall 

Tranfported  at  Jefus's  name  ! 
The  faints,  whom  he  foonett  (hall  call, 

To  ihare  in  the  feaft  of  the  Lamb  ! 
No  longer  imprifon'd  in  clay, 

Who  next  from  this  dungeon  fliall  fly? 
Who  firft  fhall  be  fummon'd  away  I 

My  merciful  God ! — is  it  I  ? 

3  O  Jefus,  if  this  be  thy  will, 

That  fuddenly  I  fhould  depart, 
Thy  council  of  mercy  reveal, 

And  whifper  the  call  to  my  heart: 
O  give  me  a  fighal  to  know, 

if  ibon  t ho u  vv  c  \ i  :  r : move, 


$$6      FOR  THE  SPIRIT  OF  ADOPTION. 

And  leave  the  dull  body  below, 
And  fly  to  the  regions  of  love. 

328.      Sis  Eights.     The  Collection,     J. 
For  the  Spirit  of  Adoption. 

i   "p  ATHER  (if  thou  my  Father  art) 
r4-     Send  forth  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son  ; 
Breathe  him  into  my  panting  heart, 

And  make  me  know  as  I  am  known* 
Make  me  thy  confeious  child,  that  I 
May  Father,  Abba  Father  cry. 

s  O  that  the  Comforter  would  come, 
Nor  vifit  as  a  transient  gueft ; 
But  fix  in  me  his  condant  home, 

And  keep  pofTefiion  of  my  bread, 
And  make  my  foul  his  lov'd  abode, 
The  temple  of  th'  indwelling  God! 

3  Come  Holy  Ghofl  my  foul  infpire, 

At  ted  that  I  am  born  again  ; 
Come  and  baptize  me,  Lord,  with  fire, 

Nor  let  thy  former  gifts  be  vain : 
O  grant  the  fenfe  of  fin  forgiven, 
O  grant  the  earned  of  my  Heaven. 

4  O  gjve  the  indifputable  feal, 

That  afcertains  the  kingdom  mine ! 


THE  PARDONING  GOB.  ^37 

That  powerful  ftamp  I  long  to  fed, 

The  ilgnature  of  love  divine  ; 
O  flicd  it  in  my  heart  abroad, 
Fulnefs  of  love,  of  Heav'n,  of  God  ! 

329.     Six  Eights.     Prefidcnt  Davies.     J. 

The  Pardoning  God. 

1  f<  Reat  God  of  wonders !  all  thy  ways 
^jr  Are  matchlefs,  Godlike  and  divine  j 
But  the  fair  glories  of  thy  grace 

More  Godlike  and  unrival'd  mine. 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  fo  rich  and  free  ? 

2  Crimes  of  fuch  horror  to  forgive, 

Such  guilty  daring  worms  to  fpare, 
This  is  thy  grand  prerogative, 

And  none  (hall  in  the  honour  fliare* 
Who,  &c. 

a  Angels  and  men,  refign  your  claim 
To  pity,  mercy,  love  and  grace  ; 
Thefe  glories  crown  Jehovah's  name? 
With  an  incomparable  blaze. 
Who,  &c. 

4  In  wondsr  loil  with  trembling  joy, 
We  take  the  pardon  of  our  God, 


338  JOIN'INO  THE   CHURCH. 

Pardon  for  crimes  of  deepen1  dye, 

Dught  with  Jefus'  blood. 
*    Who,  fee. 

5  O  may  this  flrange,  this  mat  chiefs  grace, 
This  God-like  miracle  of  love, 
Fill  the  wide  earth  with  grateful  pr 
And  all  th'  Angelic  Hods  above, 
Who  is  a  pard'ning  God  like  thee 
Or  who  has  oracs  fo  rich  and  free  ? 


■w 


P.  M.     6  of  3.     Ti:e  C 
Jotting  the  Church. 

Elcome,  thou  well  ;  of  God, 

Thou  heir  of  grace  redeem'd  by- 
blood  ; 

Welcome  with  us  thine  hand  to  join, 
As  partner  of  our  lot  divine  : 
A    indant  bleilings  from  above, 
Give  him,  we  pray,  thou  God  of  love. 

2   With  us  the  pilgrim's  ftate  embrace  ; 
We're  trav'ling  to  a  olifsful  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  above, 
The  radiant  throne,  the  feat  of  love. 
j  Holy  Ghoft  that  knows  the 
Conduct  thee  on  from  d 


TRUSTING    IN   GOD.  339 

3  The  ftafFof  promife  now  receive, 
Thy  weary  iootfteps  to  relieve, 

The  chief  iupport  the  trav'lcr  knows, 
Leaning  on  which  he  forward  roes. 
Thus  if  for  reft  thy  fpirits  call. 
Leaning  on  which  he  cannot  fall. 

4  With  peace,  with  ceafelefs  peace  befliod, 
The  fhoes  of  peace  receive  of  God ; 
Thefe  keep  from  pain  the  pilgrim's  feet, 
And  make  the  rusjrod  way  feem  fweet. 

So  Sion's  paths  fliall  ever  prove 
The  paths  of  joy,  ana  peace  and  love. 

5  Thus  onward  move  with  upright  pace; 
Stedfaft  purfue  the  gofpel  race  : 
Fiird  with  the  power  of  truth  divine, 
Prove  all  the  ftrehgth  of  Jefus  thine. 

CommuTion'd  angels  foon  fliall  come, 
And  waft  thee  to  thy  wifli'd  for  home. 

35 1.      P.  M.    6  of  8.  (PC  146.)    A* 

Trvjllng  in  Go  J. 

i   T  *LL  praifc  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
■*-   And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death 

Praife  fliall  employ  my  nobler  powers; 
My  days  of  praife  ftiall  ne'er  be  paft, 


340  TRUSTING  IN  GOD. 

While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  lafc. 
Or  immortality  endures. 

•2   Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  may  die,  and  turn  to  duff. : 

Vain  is  the  help  of  fkfh  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,    their  pomp  and 

power, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifli  in  an  hour ; 
Nor  can  they  make  their  promifegood. 

3  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God,  he  made  the  Iky, 

And  earth,  and  Teas,  with  all  their  train, 
His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  : 
Hefaves  theopprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

4  He  loves  his  Saints,  he  knows  them  well ; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell: 

Thy  God  O  Zion  ever  reigns  -9 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praifc  him  in  everlafling  ftrains, 


THE  BOOK  OF  NATURE.  34  1 

D::.      Proper  Metre.     6  of  8.      (Pf.  19.)     A. 
The  Book  of  Nature. 

GREAT  God  the  heav'ns  well  order'd 
frame, 
Declares  the  glory  of  thy  name  ; 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  lhinc, 
A  thou  land  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  power  and  Jkill  divine. 

From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read  ; 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  lanemap-e  need. 

Yet  their  divine  inftructions  run, 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  ; 
The  fun.  like  fome  young  bridegroom 

dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rollsround  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  (miles,  and  fpeaks  his  Maker  God  : 


42  PRAISING   GOD. 

All  nature  joins  to  (hew  thy  praife  ; 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  fhines ; 
Fair  as  the  book  of  Nature's  lines; 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  Grace. 


333.    Six  Eights.   Greenfield  Tune.    (Pf.  96.)    J. 

i    T    ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raifc, 
•"  To  ling-  the  choiceft  pfalm  of  praife, 

To  ling  and  blefs  Jehovah's  namej 
His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  fhew, 

And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 

2  The  Heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord  ; 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word  5 

The  nations  have  Jehovah  known : 
Our  worfhip  fliall  no  more  be  paid 
To  Gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made, 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  Globe,  he  built  the  iky, 
He  made  the  lliining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light ; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair. 


THE    LORD   REIGNETH.  343 

Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  ihall  feel  his  laving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name : 
Then  (hall  the  race  of  men  confcfs, 

The  beauty  of  his  holineft, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

331.     10.10.     11.  n.     The  Coll.     J. 
The  Lord  re'igneth. 

YE  fervants  of  God,  your  matter  pro- 
claim, 
And  publiih  abroad  his  wonderful  name; 
The  name  all  victorious  of  Jefus  extol  \ 
Kis  Kingdom  is  glorious,  and  rules 
over  all. 

God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  fave ; 
And  ftiil  he  is  nigh,  hisprefence  we  have: 
The  great  congregation  his  triumph 

ihall  fing, 
Afcribing  falvation  to  Jefus  our  King. 

Salvation  to  God,  who  fits  on  the  throne; 
Let  all  cry  aloud  and  honour  the  Son  : 
Our  Jefu's  praifes,  the  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worfhip 
the  Lamb. 


31  i       FOB   THINE   IS  THE  KINGDOM.- 

4  Then  let  us  adore, 
And  give  him  his  right  $ 
All  glory  and  power, 
And  wifdom  and  might : 
All  honour  and  bleffing, 
With  Angels  above : 
And  thanks  never-cealing, 
And  infinite  love. 

535.     io.  io.  ii.  ii.     The  Coll.     $ 

For  thine  is  the  Kingdom. 

i  ^vTE  fouls  that  are  weak, 
-*■     And  helplefs,  and  poor. 
Who  know  not  to  fpeak  ; 
Much  lefs  to  do  more : 
Lo  !  here's  a  foundation 

For  comfort  and  peace  3 
In  Chriit.  is  falvation  ; 
The  Kingdom  is  his. 

2  Then  be  not  afraid, 

All  power  is  given 
To  Jefus  our  Head, 

In  earth  and  in  Heav'n  y 
Thro'  him  we  fliall  conquer 

The  mightieft  foes  \ 


FOR  THINE  IS  THE  KINGDOM. 

Our  Captain  is  Stronger 
Than  all  that  oppofe. 

3  His  power  from  above 

He'll  kindly  impart ; 
So  free  is  his  love, 

So  tender  his  heart : 
Redeem'd  with  his  merit, 

We're  wafh'd  in  his  blood  j 
Renew'd  by  his  Spirit, 

We've  power  with  God. 

4  Thy  grace  we  adore, 

Dire&or  divine ; 
The  kingdom  and  power 

And  glory  are  thine  : 
Preferve  us  from  running 

On  rocks  or  on  fhelves ; 
From  foes  ftrong  and  cunning. 

And  mod  from  ourfelves. 

5  Reign  o'er  us  as  King, 

Accomplish  thy  will ; 
And  powerfully  bring 

Us  forth  from  all  ill ; 
Till  falling  before  thee 

We  laud  thy  lov'd  name. 


346  THE  BURDENED   SINNER. 

Afcribing  the  glory- 
To  God  and  the  Lamb. 

335.      10.  10.  11.  11.     The  Coll.     J. 
The  Burdened  Sinner, 

i     AH!  what  can  I  do, 
-£~^-   Or  how  be  fecure  ? 
If  juftice  purfue, 

What  heart  can  endure  ? 
When  God  fpeaks  in  thunder, 

And  makes  him  felf  known, 
The  heart  breaks  afunder, 

Tho'  harder  than  flone ! 

fi  With  terror  I  read 

My  fins'  heavy  fcore, 
Their  number  exceeds 

The  fand  on  the  fhore : 
Guilt  makes  me  unable 

To  (land  or  to  flee ; 
So  Cain  murder'd  Abel, 

And  trembled  like  me. 

3  Each  fin,  like  his  blood, 
With  terrible  cry, 
Calls  loud  upon  God 
To  ftrike  from  on  high  ; 


THE  BURDENED  SINNER 

Nor  can  my  repentance 

Exerted  by  fear, 
Reverfe  the  jufl:  fen  fence  ; 

* Tis  juft  tho'  fevere. 

The  cafe  is  too  plain, 

I  have  my  own  choice, 
Again  and  again 

I  flighted  his  voice, 
His  warnings  neglected, 

His  patience  abus'd,, 
His  gofpel  rejected, 

His  mercy  refus'd. 

And  mud  I  then  go, 

Forever  to  dwell 
In  mis'ry  and  woe, 

With  devils  in  hell ! 
O  where  is  the  Saviour 

I  fcorn'd  in  time  pad  ? 
His  word  in  my  favour 

Would  fave  me  at  laft. 

Lord  Jefus !  on  thee 

I  venture  to  call, 
O  look  noon  me 

The  viiefl  of  all : 
For  whom  didft  thou  languifh 

And  bleed  on  the  tree  ? 

u  3 


W 


348  PRAISING    CHRIST. 

O  pity  my  anguifh, 

And  fay,  "  'Twas  for  thee." 

7  A  caufe  fuch  as  mine 

Will  honour  thy  power,    . 
All  hell  will  repine, 

All  Heav'n  will  adore  ; 
If  in  condemnation 

Strict  juftice  takes  place, 
It  ftiines  in  falvation 

More  glorious  thro'  grace. 

537.     Tv/ice  ic  and  twice  it.     Rippon's  Coll. 
Pra'ifing  Chnjl. 

1  |p%UR  Saviour  alone, 
^-*    The  Lord  let  us  blefs, 
Who  reigns  on  his  Throne, 

The  Prince  of  our  peace  ; 
Who  ever  more  faves  us 

By  fhedding  his  blood  ; 
All  hail,  holy  Jefus, 

Our  Lord  and  cur  God  ! 

2  We  thankfully  fing 

Thy  glory  and  praife, 
Thou  merciful  fpiing 
Of  pity  and  grace  : 


THI   LORD  WILL  rRQVIpE.  34f 

Thy  kindoefs  for  ever 

To  men  will  we  tell, 
And  fay,  our  c'c?r  Saviour 

Redeems  us  from  hell. 

3  Preferve  us  in  love, 

While  here  we  abide  : 
O  never  remove 

Thy  prefence,  nor  hide 
Thy  glorious  falvation, 

Till  each  of  us  fee 
With  joy  the  blefs'd  vifion 

Completed  in  thee. 

328.     Twice  I o  and  twice  II.     Newton.     J, 

Tie  Lord  will  Provide. 

Gen.  xxii.  5 — 14. 

1  HP  HO'    troubles    affail   and  dangers 

-*-         affright, 
Tho'  friends  fhould  all  fail,  and  foes  all 
unite ; 
Yet  one  thing  fecures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  prqmifer.rTure  us,  theLord  will  provide, 

2  The  birds  without  barn  and  (lore-houfe 

are  fcd  : 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  triifl  for  our 
bread  : 

u  4 


350         THE  LORD  WILL  PROVIDE. 

His  faints  what  is  fitting  iliall  ne'er  be 

deny'd, 
So  long  as.  'tis  written,  V  The  Lord  will 

provide." 

3  We  all  may,  like  (hips,  by  temped:  be  tofl: 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  can  not  be  loft  j 

Tho'  fatan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  fcripture  engages,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abraham  of  old, 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes 

us  bold  : 
For  tho'  we  are  Grangers,  we  have  a  fure 

guide, 
And  truit  in  all  dangers,,   the  Lord  will 

provide. 

5  When  fatan  appears  to  flop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by 

faith :  (try'd 

He  cannot  take  from  us,  tho'  oft  he  has 
The  heart  cheering  promife,  the  Lord  will 

provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hopeis  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  feek,  we  ne'er  iliall 

obtain  ; 


REPENTANT   SINNER.  35  I 

But  when  inch  fuggeflions  our  graces  have 

try  (provide. 

anfwers  all  queftions,  the  Lord  will 

7  No  ftrength  of  our  own,   nor  goodnefs 

we  claim, 
Our  truft  is  all  thrown  on  Jefus's  name; 
In  this  our  ftrong  tower  for  fafety  we  hide, 
The  Lord   is   our  power,   the  Lord   will 

provide. 

8  When  life  finks  apace,  and  death  is  in 

\  ieV,  (us  through  ; 

The   word  of  his   grace  (ball  comfort 

in  y  or  doubting  with  Chrift  on  our 

c,  (provide. 

We  hope  to  die  fliouting,  the  Lord  will 

3:59.     Twice  10  and  twice  11.     The  Coll.     J. 
Repentant  Sinner. 

j   TT\EA'R  Jesus,  here  comes 
4— '    And  knocks  at  thy  door, 
A  beggar  for  crumbs, 

Diflreffed  and  poor : 
Blind,  lame,  and  forfaken, 

All  roll'd  in  Ills  blood, 
At  la.fl  overtaken, 

When  running  from  Goa* 

u5  I 


352  REPENTANT   SINNER* 

2  To  a/k  children's  bread 

I  dare  not  prefume, 
But,  Lord,  to  be  fed 

With  fragments  I  come  : 
Some  crumbs  from  thy  table 

O  let  me  obtain, 
For  lo,  thou  art  able 

My  wants  to  fuftain. 

3  I  own  I  deferve 

No  favour  to  fee, 
So  long  I  did  fwerve 

And  wander  from  thee  ; 
'Till  brought  by  affliction 

My  follies  to  mourn, 
Now  under  conviction 

To  thee  I  return. 

4  Great  God,  my  defert 

Is  nothing  but  death, 
And  hence  to  depart 

For  ever  in  wrath  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  to  this  city 

Of  refuge  I  ilcc, 
O  let  thine  eye  pity 

A  fmner  like  me  ! 

5  For  fince  thou  had  faid, 

Thou  wilt  cad  out  none, 


THE  LAST  JUDGMENT.  3  c^ 

That  flee  to  thine  aid, 

As  linners  undone : 
Now,  Lord,  I  am  come  as 

Condemned  to  die, 
And  on  this  fweet  promifc 

I  humbly  rely. 

6  I  cannot  depart, 

Dear  Jesus,  nor  yield, 
'Till  feels  my  poor  heart 

This  promife  fulfili'd, 
That  I  may  for  ever 

A  monument  be, 
To  praife  thee  free  Saviour 

Of  fiontrs  like  me. 

••10.      Four  10,  and  twice  11.     (Pf.  50.)     J* 

The  lajl  Judgment, 

i  rT^HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons 

■*■     forth, 
Calls  the  fouih  nations,  and  awakes  the 

north  : 
From  e?  ft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread, 
Thro'diftaui  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  founds;  hell  trembles;  heav'n 

rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful 

voices. 


354  THE.  LAST  JUDGMENT. 

2  No   more  flialltatheifts  mock  his  long 

delay  : 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more:  behold  the 

day ! 
Behold!  the  judge  defcends;  his  guards  arc 

nigh ; 
Tempefts  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  iky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  mall  adore 

him  : 
While  Pinners  tremble,  Paints  rejoice  before 

him. 

3.  c  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near  ; 

let  all  things  come 
c  To  hear  my  Pentence  and  the  Pinners  doom: 
6  Bat  gather  firft  my  faints^  (the  Judge 

commands) 
\  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant 

lands.' 
When  Chrift  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful 

paflion  ; 
And  fhout,  ye  Paints,   he  comes  for  your 

Palvation. 

4  c  Behold  my  cov'nant  (lands  for  ever  good, 
'  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 
*  And  Pign'd  with  all  their   names ;    the 
Greek,  the  Jew, 


GREAT  AND  PRECIOJMJ'ROMISES.     $$$ 

'  That  paid  the  ancienj^fcrfhipor  the  new.' 
There's  no  di'liiictionlfere,  join  all  your 

voices, 
And  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for  heav'n 

rejoices. 
5  c  Here,  faith  the  Lord,  ye  angels,  fpread 

their  thrones,  (fons. 

*  And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites   and    my 
4  Come,    my  redeem'd,    poilefs   the  joys 

preparM 

*  Ere  time  began;  'tis  your  divine  reward.' 
When  Chrift  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful 

palTion  ; 
And  fhour,  ye  faints !  he  comes  for  your 
£ilvation. 

$41.     Elevens.     Rippon's  Coll.     J. 
Exceeding  great  and  precious  Promifes. 

i    TTOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  faints  of 

-TT-         the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word! 
What   more   can  he  fay  than  to  you  he 

hath  faid-? 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  fickncfs,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth; 


35'J    GREAT  AHjttpRECIOUS  PROMISES. 

At  home  andabro«^n  the  land,  on  the  lea, 
'  As   thy    days   m^  demand,    fliall   thy 
4  llrength  ever  be. 


3  e  Fear  not,   I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not 

'  difmay'd, 
6  For  I  am  thy  God,   and  will  flill  give 

c  thee  aid  ; 
c  I'll   ftrengthcn  thee,    help  thee,    and 

c  caufe  thee  to  (land, 
*  Upheld  by  my  righteous    omnipotent 

'  hand. 

4  c  V/hen  tliro'  the  deep  waters  I  call 

6  ihee  to  go, 
'  The    rivers  of   woe  fhall  not  thee  over- 

'  fiow  ; 
c  For  I  will   be  with   thee,   thy  troubles 

c  to  hlefs, 
'  And  fanclify  to  thee  thy  deeped  dlflrefs. 

5  '  When   thro'  fiery  trials  thy  path- way 

6  fhall  lie, 

6  My  grace  ail-fufficient  fhall  be  thy  fupply ; 
c  The  (Lime  fhall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  defjgn 
'  Thy  drofs  to  confume,  and  thy  gold  to 

'  refine, 


JUDGMEjJ^  357 

6  '  Even  down  to  olilgjfe|£,  all  my  people 

*  (hall  prove 
1  My  fov'reign,   eternal,   unchangeable 

4  love  ;    • 
*  And  when  hoary  hairs  (hall  their 

4  temples  adorn, 
1  Like  lambs  they  {hall  (till  in  my  bo- 

4  fom  be  borne. 

7  4  The  foul  that  on  Jefus  hath  lean'd  for 

4  repofe, 
c    I  will  not,  I  will  not  defer t  to  his  foes ; 
i  '  That  foal,  tho'  all  hell  fhould  endea- 

4  vour  to  make, 
4  I'll  never,-nonever,-noneverforfake.' 

342.     Lyric  Poems,      j. 
juth  ment. 

i   ~\f\J  HEN  the  fierce  north  wind,  with 
*  *  his  airy  forces 

Rears  up  the  Baltick  to  a  foaming  fury: 
And  the  red  lightning,  with  a  ftorm  of 
hail  comes 

Rummer  amain  down. 

2  How  the  poor  failors  (land  amaz'd  and 
tremble  ! 
While  the  hoarfe  thunder,  like  a  bloody 
trumpet, 


$5$  J#1)GMENT. 

Roars  a  loud  onfwpo  the  gaping  waters, 
Quick  to  devour  them. 

3  Suchfhal!  thenoife  be,  &  the  wild  diforder 
(If  things  eternal  may  be  like  thefe  earthly) 
Such  the  dire  terror  when  the  great  arch- 
angel 

Shakes  the  creation ; 

4  Tears  the  ilrong  pillars  of  the  vault  of 

Heaven, 
Breaks  up  old  marble,  therepofe  of  princes  { 
See  the  graves  open,  and  the  bones  arifmg 
Flames  all  around  'em. 

5  Hark,  the  fhrill  outcries  of  the  guilty 

wretches  1 
Lively  bright  horror,  and  amazing  anguiih 
Stare  thro'  their  eye-lids,  while  the  living 

worms  lies 

Gnawing  within  them. 

6  Thoughts  like  old  vultures,  prey  upon 

their  heart  firings, 
And  the  fmart  twinges,  when  the  eye  be- 
holds the 


PERSEVERANCE.  359 

Lofty  Judge  frowning,  and  a  flood  of  ven- 
geance 

Rolling  afore  hira. 
£  Hopelefs  immortals !  how  they  fcream 

and  fhiver, 
While  devils  pufli  them  to  the  pit  wide- 
yawning, 
Hideous    and  gloomy,    to    receive   them 
headlong 

Down  to  the  centre ! 
§  Stop  here  my  fancy,  (all  away  ye  horrid 
Doleful  ideas,)  come  arife  to  Jesus, 
How  he  fits  God-like  and  the  faints  around 
him, 

Thron'd  yet  adoring. 

9  O  may  I  fit  there  when  he  comes  trium- 
phant, 
Dooming  the  nations!  then  afcend  to  glory, 
While  our  Hofannas  ajl  along  the  paifage 
Shout  the  Redeemer. 

:.    P.  M.    Mrs.  P r.    A. 

Perfcverance. 

i   ^r^)W  Chrift  again  to  me  appear?, 
-L^»    Banifliing  all  my  doubts  and  fear? 


3&0  PERSEVERANCE. 

With  his  furprifing  grace ; 
He  fays,  fear  not,  for  you  I  died, 
Remove  thy  doubts,  look  in  my  fide, 
Thy  foul  wkh  joy  at  my  right  hand 

At  the  laft  day  I'll  place. 

2  Tho'  fin  within  thee  yet  remains, 
Againfl:  thy  will  it's  grace  that  reigns, 

And  fhall  the  conqu'ror  prove ; 
Sin,  earth  and  hell  in  vain  combine, 
To  pluck  thee  from  thofe  hands  of  mine: 
Thou  art  fecured  in  the  arms 

Of  everlafting  love. 

3  Fear  not,  tho'  all  the  earth  engage 
Againft  thy  foul,  with  hellifli  rage  ; 

I'm  earth's  foundation's  prop : 
The  government  is  laid  on  me, 
I  have  all  power  to  fuccour  thee  j 
Then  lean  on  my  eternal  arm 
I'll  not  deceive  thy  hope. 

4  They  fooner  may  the  mountains  move 
Than  thee  deftroy  or  change  my  love, 

Or  alter  what  I  fwore, 
The  Sun  and  Moon  may  ceafe  to  mine, 
The  Earth  and  all  therein  decline  ; 


rAITH  LOOKS  WITHIN   THE  VEIL.    "6l 

But  my  eternal  Jove  fhnds  firm 
And  mall  for  evermore. 

344.     P.  M.     Mrs.  P r.     A. 

Faith  hols  within  the  Ftil. 

1  WHEN I  look  up  to  Heaven> 

tZ,  rAnd  therC  m>r  JeAlS  View  > 

When  faith  to  me  is  given, 
Thofe  wonders  to  purfue  : 
I  cry  out,  O  amazing, 
Aftonifh'd  at  the  fight ; 
And  ever  would  be  gazing; 
hi  raptures  of  delight? 

2  There  on  a  throne  moft  glorious. 
With  fweet  delight  I  fee, 
Exalted  and  victorious, 

The  Man  that  died  for  me  ; 
Co-equal  and  eternal, 
He'll  with  the  Father  reign; 
And  all  his  foes  infernal 
Againfl:  him  rage  in  vain. 

3  He  mines  through  heav'ns  glad  regions 
With  iucli  tranfeendanc  light, 

All  the  celcflial  legions, 
Are  dazzled  at  the  fight  a 


?,62    FAITH   LOOKS  WITHIN  THE  VEIL, 


"With  faces  veil'd  before  him, 
Bright  cherubs  lowly  fall, 
And  joyfully  adore  him, 
\  As  Sovereign  Lord  of  all. 

4  The  faints  with  joy  and  gladnefs, 
tlnveil'd  before  him  ftand, 
Forever  freed  from  fadnefs, 
With  victory  in  their  hands ; 

In  ipodefs  robes  adorned 
Crowns  on  their  heads  they  wear, 
Tho'  once  by  iinners  fcorned 
Now  like  their  Lord  appear. 

5  They  join  their  grateful  voices, 
To  praife  the  lacred  Three, 
Ail  Heaven  around  rejoices, 
Id  fweeteft  harmony; 

To  God  the  glorious  Father, 
The  Spirit  and  the  Son, 
By  all  his  works  together, 
Be  equal  honour  cuke. 


L 


APPENDIX. 


I.     Long  Metre.     Ff.  17. 

Sinner's  Portion  and  Saint's  Hope. 

ORD,  I  am  thine  :   but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,   my  patience,  and  my  love; 
When  men  of  fpite  againd  me  join, 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

z  Their  hope  and  portion  lies  below  ; 
*Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 
'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  (hares, 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  finners  value  I  refign, 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
I  (hall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 
And  (tand  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4.  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhow  : 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Has  joys  fubftantial  and  fincere  ; 
When  mail  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  bleft  abode  ! 

I  (hall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ! 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  Mv  flefh  fhall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  lafl  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burrt  the  chains  with  fweet  iurprife, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rile. 

X   2 


364        .        DISTRESS  OF  SOUL. 

2.     Pfalm  25.     Short  Metre. 
*  D'iftrefs  of  Soul. 

1  ^fl/TINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
"*■'-*■  Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 

I  love  to  plead  his  promifes, 
And  relt  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near  ; 

When  will  thy  hand  releafe  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  (hall  the  fovereign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Reflore  me  from  thofe  dangerous  wayf 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod  ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Does  but  enlarge  my  woe; 

My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  With  every  morning  light 
My  forrow  new  begins ; 

.Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

3,     Pfaim  26.     Long  Metre. 

Evidence  of  Grace. 

1    tUDGE  me,  OLord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  flays, 
Nor  from  thy  h\v  my  feet  depart. 


STORM   AND  THUNDER..  $6$ 

t  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear, 
With  hands  well  wafh'd  in  innocence: 
But  when  1  (land  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chrilt  is  my  defence. 

3  I  love  thy  habitation  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell; 
There  (hall  T  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  teil. 

4  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  lad 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pad 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

A.     Tfalm  29.     Long  Metre. 

Storm  and  Thunder. 

\   /~**  IVE  to  the  Lord  ye  fons  of  fame  ; 
^-*"  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power, 
Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  ftately  cedars  break ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  nolle. 
The  valleys  roar,  the  deferts  quake. 

4  The  Lord  fits  fov'rcign  on  the  flood, 
The  Thunderer  reigns  forever  Xing, 
But  makes  his  church  his  bielr.  abode, 
Where  \vc  his  awful  glories  ling. 

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305  f  HE  LORD  PRESERVES, 

$  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 
Ihe  counfels  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Amidft  the  raging  ftorm  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts* 

5.     Pfalm  33.     Greenfield. 
The  Lord preftrves. 

*   O  **AI*PY  nation  where  the  Lord 
^^   Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 

And  builds  the  church  his  earthly  throne  ! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  forms  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways  5 
But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 
2   Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 
And  of  his  (Irength  the  champion  boaft: 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  reiy  ; 

In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 

Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  compaffion  Lord, 

Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  death  or  dangers  threatening  /land  t 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juff, 
"Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 
When  wars  or  famine  wade  the  land. 
4  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 

Thou  our  Phyfieian,  thou  our  ftield, 
Send  us  falvation  from  thy  throne  ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fhine, 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 
For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 


PROSPERITY  OF  THE   RIGHTEOUS.    367 

6.  Pfalm  37.     Common  Metre. 

Prcfperity  of  the  Righteous. 

1  7V/TY  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
■^YA    A  reordered  by  thy  will, 
TIio*  they  fhouM  fall,  they  rife  again 

Thy  hand  fupports  them  (till. 

2  The  Lord  delights  tofee  their  ways, 

Their  virtue  lie  approves  : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  man  he  loves. 

3  The  heavenly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  : 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  blelfings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Loid,  ye  fons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 

Ye  {hall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 

When  juUice  crils  them  down. 

7.  Ffalm  39.     Common  Metre. 

1  r  PEACH  me  the  neafure  of  my  days, 

■*■     Thou  Maker  of  mv  frame  ; 
I  would  lurvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  al!  that  we  can  boad, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dufl: 
Iq  all  his  flower  and  prime. 
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3  68  BEAUTY  OF  THE  CHURCH, 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  (hadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  drive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  their  noife  is  vain. 

4  What  mould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  the^, 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  dull  ? 
They  make  our  expectation  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  trufr.. 

5  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  defires  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  intereft  up. 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

3.      Pfalm  48.     Short  Met-. 
Beauty  of  the  Church. 

1  "PAR  as  thy  name  is  known, 

-*•     The  world  declares  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  Saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  ft  and 
On  Sion's  chofen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  Grangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell  ; 

Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe 
The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 


JUDGMENT.  jffj 

How  decent  and  how  wife, 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

rid  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rights  adorn 'd  with  gold. 

The  God  we  worfliip  now, 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  cur  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  fky. 

9.     Pfalm  50.     Common  Mctrfc. 
Judgment. 

TPHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 
-**     Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rifing  fun, 
And  rear  the  wedern  Iky. 

No  more  fhall  bold  blafpbemers  fay, 

"  judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;" 
No  more  abufe  his  Jong  del*y, 

To  impudence  and  iin. 

Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  Pnall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way  ; 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  (form, 

Lead  en  the  dreadful  day. 

Heaven  from  above  his  call  mail  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know  and  fear 

His  juftice  and  their  doom. 

But  gather  all  nv  faints  (he  ciies) 

That  mr.ee  their  peace  with  God, 
By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 

AndfeaFd  it  with  his  bloocL 


370  OBEDIENCE  BETTER  than  SACRJFlJ 
6  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light, 
bhall  make  the  world  confefs 
My  fentence  of  reward  is  right. 
And  Heaven  adore  my  grace. 

10.     Pfalm  50.     Common  Metre. 
Obedience  letter  than  Sacrifice. 

1  T^UAS  ^  *e  L°rd>  "  The  fPacious  fields 

And  Jocks  and  herds  are  mine  : 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  1  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  a&  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire; 
"  To  hope  and  Jove,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  ail  that  I  require. 

3  "  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near 

"  My  hand  mall  fet  thee  free  ; 
"  Then  mall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me.1 

4  "  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 
"  He  glorifies  me  befr  : 
"  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  ways 
"  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 

1 1  •     Pfalm  5 1 .     Common  Metre, 
i    f\  GOD  cf  mercy  hear  my  call, 
y   My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
break  down  this  feparating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  preface  of  thy  grace, 
i  hen  my  rejoicing  tongue 


lord's  day  morning.         371 

Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flain 
For  fin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Chrift  mail  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4.  A  foul  opprefi  with  fins  defert, 
My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  belt  facrifice. 

12.     Pfalm  63.     Common  Metre; 
Lorus  day  Morning. 

1  T^ARLY  my  God,  without  delay, 
*~*  I  hade  to  feek  thy  face  ; 

My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  en  the  fcorching  fand 

Beneath  a  burning  iky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  dream  at  hand, 
And  they  mult  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  fcen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Thro'  ail  thy  temple  mine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  houi'j 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleffings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafc  my  foul  fo  well, 

w  hen  thy  richer  grace  I  lade, 
And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 


372  BLESSING  OF  RAIN, 

5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  her  joys, 

Can  my  beft  paihons  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high,  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  laft  expiring  day 

I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 

13.     Pfalm  6c.     Common  Metre. 
Blejpng  of  Rein. 

1  *  HP  IS  by  thy  ilrength  the  mountains  (land, 

■*     God  of  eternal  power  ; 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafc  to  roar. 

2  The  morning  light  and  evening  fliade 

Succeiiive  comforts  bring  ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvefl  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  : 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhow'rs, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  citterns  in  the  Iky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whole  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleffings  full, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 


COD  OUR   PORTION. 

U.     Pfalm  66.     Common  Metre. 
Grace  tried  by  Jjfliclicns. 

1  Q 1NG,  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord, 
u   Sing  with  a  joyful  noifc  ; 

With  meiody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  power  that  makes  the  fky, 

"   How  terrible  art  thou! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

3  O  blefs  our  God,  and  nerer  ceafe  ; 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  cur  peace* 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

4  Lord  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuffering  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  mine  : 
So  Giver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

5  Thro'  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 

We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

15.     Pfalm  73.     Common  Metre* 
God  our  Portion. 

1   C^OD  my  fuppdrter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  cf  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defoair. 


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374    PROSPERITY  OF  SINNERS  VAIN; 

2  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  (hall  guide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wildernefs ; 
Thine  hand  conducl  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  Heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me ; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke, 

And  fleih  and  heart  mould  faint, 
God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  (Irength  of  every  faint. 

5  Behold  the  finners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 
Not  all  the  idol  Gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  fv/eet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  (hall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

16.     Pfalm  73.     Long  Metre. 

Pro/perky  of  Shiners  v>aln. 

OR.D  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  fliine. 

But  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 

Thy  faa&aary  taught  me  fo  : 
On  flippery  rocks  I  fee  them  (land, 

And  fiery  billows  roll  bc'ov.% 


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HOPE   PREVAILING. 
*$  Now  let  them  boa4  how  tall  (hey  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again, 
There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 
4  Their  fancy'd  joys  ho^'  faff  they  flee  ! 
Juft  like  a  dream  when  mar.  awakes  ; 
Their  fongs  of  fofteft:  harmony 

Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 
$  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  too  purchafe  with  my  blood; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

17.     Pfalm  77.     Common  Metre. 

Hope  prevailing. 

*   r  Y°  God  l  clT'd  with  mournful  voice, 
I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  day  when  troubles  rofe, 
And  fill'd  the  night  with  fear. 
7  My  overwhelming  foirow  grew, 
'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 
3  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 
Which  I  enjoy'd  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ? 
His  face  appear  no  more  : 
+  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 
This  dark  defpairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  has  wrought, 
ihyhand  is  ft  ill  the  fame. 


375 


376  PRAYER  OF   THE   CHURCH, 

5  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace, 
When  flefh  could  hope  no  more. 

6  Grace  dwells  with  juftice  on  the  throne  f 

And  men  that  love  thy  word 
Have  in   thy  fancluary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

18.     Pfalm  80.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer  of  the  Church. 

J    O  RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thine  Tfraef, 
^*    Who  did/1:  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,   thy  chofen  Iheep, 
Safe  through  the  defert  and  the  deep. 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  defert  now, 
Shine  from  on  high  and  guide  us  thro* ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,   thy  love  reftore, 

We  mail  be  iav'd,  and  ligh  no  more. 

3  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  beathert  lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

4  How  did  the  fp^eading  branches  fhoot, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  : 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee, 
Thy  mourning  vine,   that  lovely  tree. 

5  Return,  Almighty  God,  return, 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn; 
Tarn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  ihdii  be  fav'd,  and  iigh  no  more. 


DHLIGIIT  IN   PUBLIC   WORSHIP.    ^77 

10.     Pfalm  84.     Long  Metre. 

j   /~*  RE  AT  God,  attend  while  Zion  fings 
^-*   The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  lprin^s; 
•  To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  fun    he  makes  our  day  : 
God  is  our  {hield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  the  aflaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bellow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too: 
He  gives  us  ali  things,  and  witholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fvvay 
The  glorious  holts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 
DIcfs'd  is  the  man  that  trulls  in  Thee. 

50.     Pfalm  84.     Lexington. 
Delight  in  Publie  Worjhip. 

1  ["    ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 

"■— '   How  pleafant  and  how  fair, 

The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 

Thy  earthiv  temples  are  : 
To  thine  abode  my  heart  alpires, 
With  warn  deiires  to  fee  my  Goc. 


378  PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

2  O  happy  fouls  that  pray- 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  conftaut  fervice  there  ! 

They  praife  thee  (till,  and  happy  thej 
That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  ftrength  to  (Irength, 
Thro'  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

'Till  each  in  heaven  appears : 
O  glorious  feat,  when  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet. 

4  The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  upright  fouls: 

Thrice  happy  he,  O  God  of  hods, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts  alone  in  thee. 

21.     Pfalm  92.     Long  Metre. 

Public  Vforfi'ip. 

1  C  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
^  To  praife  thy  name  give  thanks  and  fin£» 
To  mew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truths  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  red, 

No  mortal  cares  mail  feize  my  bread, 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 

3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  j 


BEFORE   PRAYER.  «jg 

Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  mine !  ' 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  hiVh  : 
Like  brutes  they  live,  Jike  brutes  they  dk  ; 
Like  grafs  they  flourifli,  'till  thy  breath 
Waft  them  in  everlafting  death. 

5  But  I  mail  (hare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  ray  heart 
And  frefli  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Then  fliajl  I  fee,  and  hear  and  know, 
All  I  defir'd  or  wifti'd  below, 

And  every  power  find  fweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

22.     Pfalm  95.     Common  Metre. 

Before  Prayer, 

1   gING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
And  in  his  name  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 
I  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  £ght- 
And  pfalms  of  honour  fing  ; 
The  Lord 's  a  God  of  boundlefs  mkht. 
The  whole  creation's  King. 
!   Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know 
How  mean  their  natures  feem  : 
I  bole  gods  on  high  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 


380  WARNING   TO   SINNERS. 

4  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore* 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  powers 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

5  Now  is  the  time,  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeft ; 
Come,  leit  he  roule  his  wrath  and  fwear 
«*  Ye  (hall  not  fee  my  reft." 

23.     Pfalm  95.     Long  Metre. 
Warning  to  Sinners. 

1  /"^OME  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
^^  A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praife : 
God  is  a  fov'reign  King  ;  reliearfe 
His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come  let,  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  by  his  word  : 
He  is  our  Shepherd  ;  we  the  iheep 
His  mercy  chole,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come  let  v.s  hear  his  voice  to  day, 
The  counfeis  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew, 
The  iins  and  plagues  that  Ifrael  knew. 

\el,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Vet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  lace  ; 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  lalfe  they  prove, 
'*   Forget  my  power,  abufe  my  love  ; 
u   Since  they  defpife  my  red,   I  fwear, 
"  Tiicii  feet  frail  aevcr  enter  there." 


CilACE   AND  GLORY.  3S1 

34.     Pfalm  97.     Long  Metre. 
Grace  and  Glory. 

TH'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high, 
O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky ; 
Tho*  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy  feat. 

O  ye,  that  lore  his  holy  name, 
Hate  every  work  of  (in  and  fhame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

Immortal  light  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

25.     Pfalm  104.     Long  Metre. 

"TVyTY  foul  thy  great  Creator  praife  . 

1VJ.  When  cloth'd  in  his  celeltial  rays, 

He  in  full  majcfty  appears, 

And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 
Great  is  the  Lord,  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name? 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  ; 
Th*  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  : 
Clouds  are  his  chariots,  when  he  Mies 
On  winged  florins  acrofs  the  (kiefc. 

Great  is  the  Lord,  &c. 

Y  Z 


302  CORRECTION  FOR   SIN. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  minifters  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move, 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  fhall  forever  (rand  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  mould  drown  the  earth  again. 

26.     Pfalm  107.   Long  Metre. 
Correction  for  Sin. 

1  T7R0M  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

■*'     God  and  his  grace  are  (till  the  fame  ; 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  every  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againfr.  the  God  that  rules  the  fkies  ; 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord  ; 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  fhall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  (hades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmai  (hade, 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  world  rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  !    * 
How  great  his  works!   how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 


LIBERALITY   REWARDED.  ^, 

27.  Pfalmii2.     Common  Metre. 

Liberality  Rewarded. 

TTAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
•*■  -*■   And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward. 
Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 

As  pity  dwells  within  his  bread 

To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  mall  anfwer  his  requefl 

With  bleflings  on  his  feed. 

In  times  of  general  diflrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  mall  mine, 
To  mew  the  world  his  righteoufnef*, 

And  give  him  peace  divine. 

His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth  and  joys  above, 

Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 

28.  Pfalm.113.      Particular  Metre. 

Majefiy  a:ul  condeftenfton  of  God. 

"V"E  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
-*•     The  honours  of  his  name  record, 

His  facred  name  forever  blefs  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays, 
His  riling  beams  or  letting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  power  cor<fcrs. 

Nor  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds 
Can  give  his  vail  dominion  bounds  ; 
The  keav'os  are  far  below  his  height  : 

Y  3 


384  lop.d's  day. 

Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hods  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  : 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 
And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 

29.     Pfalm  118.     Common  Metre. 
Lord's  day. 
\   HpHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  has  made, 
-*•     He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  thy  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Lilian's  empire  fell, 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumphs  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hofannah  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  : 
Help  us,  O  Lord ;  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blcft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  meffages  of  grace; 
Who  comesnn  God  his  Father's  name 
To  fave  a  finful  race. 

5  Hofannah  in  the  higheft  ftrains 

The  Church  on  earth  can  r.iife  ; 
The  higheft  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns 
ShaB  give  him  nobler  praife. 


BLESSEDNESS   OF  SAINTS.  3S5 

60.     Ffalmj.19.     Common  Metre. 
Blejft  chefs  of  Saints. 

1  "DLESS'D  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 
-*-*  Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 

2  Bleft  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  practice  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 

3  Great  is  their  peace,  who  love  thy  law  ; 

How  firm  their  fo-jls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  fteady  feet  afide. 

4.  Then  ihs'l  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhame  ;  * 

When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 

St.     Pfalrn  122.    Common  Metre. 

Going  to  JVorJhlp. 

1  TTOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
-*--*-  My  niends  devoutly  fay, 

In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  folemn  dar. 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  : 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  ihew  his  miider  face. 

Y  4 


386  BROTHERLY  LOVE, 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joy  unknown 

The  holy  tribes  repair, 
The  fon  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints, 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Feace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace, 
Be  her  attendants  bleft. 

6  My  foul  mail  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  bed  friends  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

32.     Pfalm  133.     Common  Metre. 
Brotherly  Love. 

LO,  what  an  entertaining  fight 
Are  brethren  that  agree, 
Brethren  whofe  cheerful  hearts  unite 
In  bands  of  piety. 

2  When  ftreams  of  love  from  Chriic  the  fpnng 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 


ttraiic  praise. 

A  ,TTh]rnfaSchemornin2de^ 
That  fa)]  on  Sion's  hffl, 

And  Goihiskmiidcft^y^ws, 

And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

33.     PfaJn,  r35.     Long  Metre. 

V^Wem  his  hoJy  courts  ye  wait 

Or  itand  attending  at  his  gate. 

F^S^L^  the  Lord  is  good- 

-ael  ncchofe  of.  old,  and  W 
■"»  church  »  his  peculiar  joy. 
'3  TW  every  a|e  the  Lord  declares 

«e  give   his  fuffeimg  fervants  reft, 
And  will  be  known  th'  almighty  God. 
BBIefi  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love! 
W  and  pnefis  exalt  his  name, 
^^ng  h»s  iaints  he  ever  dwell s, 
^churdiishisj^^ejii. 

3*'     I'^isn.     Lon,^,^. 
Tfc*  alt-feeing  Go  J. 

l    J    ORB  thiu  haft  fcarchM  anri  r  .      , 

3-u  ryw  i^rtiLii  a  and  leen  n:e  thro* 

'ling  and  my  reQing  hours, 

i*  ill  their  power* 


*88  GOD  IS  EVERY  WHERE. 

z  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftinaly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
E'er  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  ftand  ; 
On  every  fide  I  find  thy  hand: 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vail  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !   what  lofty  height ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boaft, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpeft  loft. 

5  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poflcfs  my  bread, 
Where'er  1  rove,  where'er  I  reft ! 
Nor  let  my  weaker  paflions  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

35.     Pfaisn  139.     Common  Metre. 
Cod  is  every  where. 

1  1 N  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
•*■    In  vain  my  foul  would  try 

To  man  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  rifinar  and  my  reft  ; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  bread. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 

And  e'er  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 


TRAISE  TO  GOD.  389 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Befet  on  ever  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  Jike  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 

Secur'd  by  fovereign  love. 

36.     Ffalm  146.     Long  Metre. 
Pra'tfe  to  God. 

1  T)RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  join 
-*■      In  work  fo  pleafing,  fo  divine  ; 

Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  powers, 
While  immortality  endures  ; 

My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pafr, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  lad. 

3  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God;  he  made  the  fky, 
And  earth,  and  feas,  and  all  their  train, 
And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

4.  The  Lord  has  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  Granger  in  diltrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

5  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 
Thy  God,  OZioo,  ever  reigns; 
Praife  him  in  cverlaflino  llrains. 


/ 


39©  SEASONS  CF   THE  YEAR. 

37.     Pfalm  147.     Common  Metre 

Seafons  of  the  Tear. 

1  *\  Y7TTH  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud 

***      Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fprcads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  blefiings  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  fun  cat  fhort  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

4.  His  hoary  frofl,  his  fleecy  fnow, 
Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground ; 
The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  Word  : 
\    With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
\     Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 


UNIVERSAL  PRAISE.  39I 

38.     Pfalm  148.     Short  Metre. 

'fal  Praife. 

I    ET  ever      eature  join 
-*-J   To  praife    h'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  heavenly  I  oft,  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon  with  paler  rays 

:arry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 
Or  fall  in  mowers  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders  murmuring  round  the  fides, 
His  power  and  glory  (how. 

Wind,  hail  and  flaming  fire, 
Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire, 
To  execute  his  word. 

By  all  his  works  above 
His  honours  be  expreft; 
But  faints  that  taiie  his  faying  love, 
Should  ring  his  praifes  beft. 

32.      Ffalm  148.     Long  Metre. 

Praife. 


T    0T- 
J-j    Fj 


^:om  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell; 

Let  heaven  begin  the  folemn  word, 

And  found^ dreadful  down  to  hell. 
Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife; 


39*  A  SOXG  OF  PRAISE. 

2  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell ! 
An  awful  throne  of  fhfhing  blifs  ; 
Fly  thro'  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thv  beams  compar'd  to  his. 

Each  of  his  works,  &c. 

3  Ye  tempers,  clouds,  and  earth  and  fea, 
And  oak  and  pine  in  ev'ry  clime, 
With  beads  and  birds  in  harmony, 
To  fpread  his  tuneful  praife  combine. 

4  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  ail  around  you  rings  ! 
O  for  a  fliout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fvvains  and  lofty  kings. 

5  Wide  as  his  vail  dominion  lies 
Make  the  Creator's  praife  be  known  ; 
JLoud  as  his  thunder  ihout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

6  Jehovah  !   'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 
O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 

But  faints,  who  belt  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleit  fong. 

7  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love, 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  ; 
From  ail  below  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

40.     Pfalm  i$c.    Common  Metre. 

A  Song  of  Praife, 

i    TN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 

His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
\To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
V     For  there  his  glory  dwells. 


DOXOLOGIES.  39^ 

Let  all  your  facred  pa  (lions  move, 
While  you  rehearfc  his  deeds  ; 
the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 

All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath  ; 

Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 

My  foul  mail  praife  him  bed. 

DOXOLOGIES. 
Long  Metre. 
rrOGodthe  Fathef,  God  the  Son, 
■*■     And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praife  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

Common  Metre. 
T    ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
1-   And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Short  Metre. 
V"E  angels  round  the  throne, 
•*■     And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worihip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  Greenfield. 
"VfOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
"^    The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n  ; 
Thro*  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  knov    . 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heaven. 


394 

The  Pilgrim's  Song.     Cenmck. 

i  TTTAYFARING  men  and  fojoumcrs 
*  v     Are  we  who  feek  the  heav'nly  fpheres* 
Nor  do  we  here  belong  ; 
Our  certain  dwelling-place  is  where 
The  Lambs  triumphant  hoft  appear, 
The  dear  redeemed  throng. 

I   Forget  not  this,  while  here  you  fit, 
To  reft  you  at  the  Maker's  feet, 

Ye  family  of  God  ;     . 
While  leaning  on  your  (laves,  as  do 
Poor  pilgrims  whp^^eirJ*6me  purfue, 

When  wear|^™etjfoad. 

g   Our  meetings  here  are  not  our  reft 
Provided  for  us,  but  a  tafte  ; 

Yet  friends  a  little  while, 
A  few  days  journey  more,  and  we 
Shall  Jefus  and  his  fabbath  fee, 

And  ceafe  from  all  our  toil. 

4  Dry  up  your  tears,  ye  weeping  hod, 
ff  Lo  !   yonder  fee  is  Salem's  coaft  ; 
There  wait  the  happy  troop  : 
The  army  of  our  brethren  there 
Join  earned:  in  their  humble  pray'r, 
Lord  fill  thy  number  up. 

J  'Tis  but  to  (lay  a  few  more  days, 
E're  we  fhall  join  their  perfect  praife, 

And  like  them  Chrift  adore  ; 
Not  in  a  tabernacle  then, 
Nor  in  a  city  built  by  men, 
But  heav'n  for  evermore. 


INDEX, 


ADDRESS   to  the  Holy 
Spirit,  a. 
Adoring  Jel'us,   a6o,  190, 
Ahnoft  Chriftian,  146. 
An  happy  moment,  303. 
Afcenfion  of  Chrift,  51. 
Afiociation  of  churches,  204, 

205, 207. 
Attra&ion  of  the  Croft,  77. 

Backflider's  prayer,  279  280. 

Babtifm,  i6«,  17010175,204. 

Barren  fig-tree,   266. 

Believer's  Hope,  91. 

Birth  of  Chrift,  286. 

Bleeding  Saviour,  193. 

Blefled  Gofpel,  60. 

Blcfling  God,  15. 

Blcffings  of  the  G«fpel,  26s, 

Book  of  God's  word  and  na- 
ture. 7,  48. 

Book  of  nature,  3'32. 

Breathing    after    heavenly 
things,  93. 

Breathing  alter  holiuef*,   57. 

Breathing  after  the  H   Sp.  31 

Burdened  Sinner,   336. 

Buried  With   Chrift  in  Bap- 
thai,   302. 

Ceremonial  law,  268. 
Chrift  arid  his  church,  50. 
Chriit's  intcrceflicn,    63. 
Chrift  .jiutilies  and  fan&iues, 

159. 
Chrut's  kdm.  andmajeftyi64. 
Chrift  precious,  58. 
<  Ihrift's  refurre6rion,  276. 
Chrift  the  believer's  All,  301. 
Chrift  the  only  Saviour  i^^- 


Chrift  withdrawn,  322. 
Chriftian's  expectation,  <y2.  , 
Chriftian  happy,   121. 
Chriftian  Soldier,  81. 
Chufing  the  better  part,  129. 
Clean  heart,   29. 
Commiilion,  169. 
Complaint  of  ingratitude, 

166. 
Complaint  of  Spiritual 

Sloth*  112. 
Completenefs  of  Chrift,  137 
Condef'cei.ilon  of  God,  4o. 
Confidence,   1^. 

titution  of  a  Church, 

194,  ^5,  196,   197. 
Contrition,   7    . 
Converfe  with  Chrift,  39S. 
Covenant  God,  264. 
Craving  the  Spirit.  1  S. 
Creation  and  providence,  27. 
Creation  and  redemption,  4  j. 

= 
Deadnefs  under  the  word, 

lie. 
Death  and  Glory,   30^. 
Delight  in  public worfhip,  ^r. 
Defiring  affurance  ci  God't* 

favour,  74, 
Deiinng  the  divine  preience, 

13  s. 
Devout  retirement,  53, 
Different  ir.cceis  of  the 

Gofpel,  113. 
Difmiftion,  68,  69,  151,  161, 

165,  lbl,  167,  313. 
Diftrefs  of  foul,  157. 
Divine  glories  aua  graces, 

180. 
Doubting,   285. 
Dyipg  Saviour,  127,  i?i. 


INDEX. 


Encouragement  to  wait  on 

God,  54. 
Exceeding  great  and  precious 

promifes,   341. 
Excellency  of  the  fcriptures, 

28. 
Exhortation  to  praife,  24. 
Exhorting  to  worfhip,  19. 
Ezekiel  xxxvi.  26.  107. 

Faith's  claim,   261. 

Faith  in  (Thrift  our  facrifice, 

162. 
Faith  looks  within  the  vail, 

344* 

Family  worfhip,  235,  237,     | 

to  259. 
Fafts  and  thankfgiving,  219. 
Fails  and  thankfgiving  for 

victory,  208,  209,  210, 

211,  313- 
Fear  not,  38. 
Finifhed  redemption,  295, 

214. 
Fldh  and  Spirit,  116. 
1  or  the  fpirit  of  adoption, 

333. 
For  thine  is  the  kingdom, 

335« 

Fountain  opened,   101. 

1,  220  to  214.  226  to 

234.  3-6,  3*7- 
Fun'ral  thought,  2:5,123,117 

General,  82. 

IOUS  Gofpel,    39, 
Clojv  and  grace  in  the  perfon 

of  Qhrift,   134. 
Gsfd  exalted  above  all  praife, 

God  giorifisd  in  theCofpel,  8. 


God  our  only  happinefs,   73. 

God  our  fupport,    269. 

God's  prefence  in  his  houf:, 
37- 

God's  promife unchangeable, 
142. 

God's  reafoning  with  men, 5 5, 

Godly  forrow  for  (Thrift's 
fufferings,   83. 

Goodnefs  of  God,  33. 

Gofpel  trumpet,   275. 

Gofpel  worthy  of  all-accept- 
ance, 32. 

Gofpel  Jubilee,  46. 

Grace,   61,  160. 

Heart  devoted  to  God,  141, 
Heavenly  Gueft,  108. 
Heavenly  joy  on  earth,   23. 
Heavenly  journey,  287. 
Heavenly  praife,  25. 
Heavenly  worfhip,  ro. 
Hell  the  finner's  own  place, 

67. 
Holy  boldnefs,  11,  97. 
Holy  Ghoft,  155. 
Holy  walk,  52. 

Jefus  (Thrift,  300. 
Immutability  of  God,  45. 
Inconftancy,  156. 
Invitation.  5,  98,  145,  312, 

3*5- 
Invitation  of  Chrift,  17. 

Invoking  the  Spirit,  «j,  22, 
Joining  the  church,  $32- 
Joyful  courfe,  56. 
Joy  of  converfion,  105. 
Joys  of  heaven,   30. 
Jofeph  made  known  to  hii 
brethren,  324. 


1  N  D  E  X. 


Jfahh  ix.  2.  and  ch.  lili. 

,.cnt,  30S,  to  311.  321, 

Juftification  by  Chrift  only, 
11  7. 

Kingdom  of  Chrift,  110. 
Kingdom  <^:"  God  not  in  word, 
but  in  power,   6j. 

Lsft  judgment,  340. 
Law  and  Gofpel,  144. 
Living  and  dead  faith,  io5. 
Longing  after  Chrift,   325. 
Longing  after  God,  41. 
Looking  upwards,   3 1. 
Lord's  day  morning,  3. 
Lord  is  God,  47- 
Lord  reigncth,  ; 

-r,  176  to  178, 

i-j-J    to    1,2. 
Lord  will  provide,   338. 
Love  of  Chrift  flied  abroad 

in  the  heart,  1 
Love  of  Chrift,  86. 
Love  to  God,  130. 
Loving  kindnefs  of  God,  16. 

Majefty  of  Chrift,  272. 
Meeting,   206. 
Mercy  2nd  truth,  726. 
Mifimprovemcntof  time,i  33. 
Morning  and  evening,  253. 
MyfterieB  of  providence,  153. 

New  year's  day,  76,  265,  291. 

-id  death  of 


(  pening  worfhip, 
( 

Original  and  actual  lin  con- 
feffed,  104. 

Parable  of  the  fower,  85. 
Pardoning  God,   329. 
Pardoning  grace.   6-. 

::  and  reft  for  the  W|ary 
foul,   128,  132. 
Pardon  and  ftrength  from 

Chrift,  179, 
Paflion  an  I 

;ift,   158. 
Peilevsrance.   118,  343- 
Petition,    120. 
Pilgrim's  forig,  zZ  u 
Peer  fiuner,   277,    278. 
Power  and  grace,   270. 
Praife  for  Rati  >nal  peace,  112. 

to  our  Creator,    ^o. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  crea- 
tures,  2;i.   2;2. 
Praife  to  the  Lamb,   7:,  8<fc 
Praife  to  the  Redeemer,  _,iu. 
Praifing  God,  335. 
Praifing  Chrift,  337. 
Praife  toGod  for  creation  and 

redemption,  9. 
Prayer,  14,  100,  15  \.  : 
Prayer  and  hope,  in. 

er  for  revival,)  3: '/. 
Preached  word,  59. 
Preparing  for  death..   1:3. 

re  of  fin.    1 
ProfpecT:  of  heav 

£*{/,    70,       • 

Providence,  79. 

"      "h 


INDEX, 


Rapture,  So. 

Receiving  a  member,  186. 

Redeeming  love,   289. 

Rejoice,  267, 

Rejoicing  in  hope,   87. 

Relative  duties.  319. 

Remembering  our  jatter  end, 

149. 
Renewing  grace,  102. 
Repentance,  119. 
Repentant  finner,  339. 
Rd'urrrcflion  of  Chrift,  64. 


R« 


C7. 

rerential  worfhip,  4' 


Sabbath,  13. 

,'  tints  dwell  in  heaven,   131. 
Safety  in  God,  75. 
Salvation  approaching,  84. 
Sandtification  fought,   71. 
Satan  repulfed,  14. 

;;f  pardon  defired,  122. 
Serioufnefs,  297. 
Sinner  converted,  90.  297. 
Sinner's  prayer,  138. 
Song  to  creating  wifdom,  26. 
Spirit,  water  and  blood,  182. 
Spiritual  barrennef's,  296. 


Spirituality  of  God,  44, 
Spirit  of  adoption,  328. 
Stony  heart,  [147]. 
Succefsful  refolve,  66. 
Submiffion,   96. 
Sympathifing  Saviour,   1 14. 

Thankfulnefs  f°r  mercies,  35, 

Thankfgiving  for  victory,  212 . 

Thankfgiving,  (Public)  217, 
218. 

Trials  overcome  by  hope,  95. 

Tribulation,  94. 

Triumphs  of  grace,  6. 

True  experience,  281. 

True  penitence,  147. 

Truft  in  God  under  difficul- 
ties, 139.  331. 

Voice  of  Chrift,  284. 

Watchfnlnefs  and  prayer,  89. 
W?yand  end,  righteous  and 

wicked,   99. 
Way  to  Canaan,   143. 
Weaknefs  bewailed,   109. 
What  think  ye  of  Chrift, 323. 
Word  of  God  more  precious 

than  gold,  3J7. 


Index  to  the  Appendix* 


A 11- feeing  God,   34.  Correclion  for  fin,  26. 

Beauty  of  the  church,  8.  Delight  in  public  worfhip, 

1  efore  prayer,    77,,  20. 

1  i  the  (amis,   30.     I^iftrefs  of  foul,  2. 

■    page  393. 


2  X  h  E  Xi 


Evidence  of  grace,  3. 

3od  our  portion,  15. 
Sod  is  everywhere,  $j. 
3©ing  to  worfhip,    31. 
Gr..ce  and  glory,   ^4. 

tiope  prevailing,  17. 

[udgment,  9. 

Liberality  rewarded,  27. 
Lords  Day,    29. 

day  morning,  12. 
Lord  preferves,  5. 

Majefty  and  condefcenfion  of 
God,  28. 

Dhcdience  better  than  Tacri- 
ne?,  10. 


Praife,  39. 
Praife  to  God,  36. 
Prayer  of  the  church,  18. 
Profperity  of  finners  vain,  16. 
Profpcrity  of  the  righteous, 

6. 
Public  worfhip,   21. 
Public  praife,  33, 

Seafont  of  the  year,   37  iK 
Sinners  portion,  and  faint** 

hope,   1. 
Song  of  praife,  40. 
Storm  and  thunder,  4. 

Univerfal  praife,  38. 

Warning  to  finneu 


A  Table  of  Scriptures. 

Book.  Ch.     Ver.  Hymn. 


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VTENESIS,    xxii. 

14. 

338  J* 

XlV. 

3> 

4- 

3 "'  4 

i  Samuel, 
i  Kings, 
a  Kings, 

vii. 

71. 

3°4 

■    *tj 

20- 
4- 

-39> 

47 
66 

Efthcr, 

iv. 

16. 

66 

Pfalm, 

Ixxiii. 

25. 

73 

Ixxxt, 

— 

126 

lxxxix. 

15. 

46 

ciii. 

— 

*5 

cxr. 

I. 

73 

% 

exxxviii. 

— 

135 

cxlv. 

. — 

141 

Ifaiah, 

1, 

18. 

55 

ix. 
liii. 

2. 

200 

— 

420 

Ezekiel, 

Iv. 
xxxvi. 

I, 

26. 

&c; 

98 
107 
200 

Ainoi, 

iii. 

I- 

-6. 

Zechariah, 

xiii. 

I. 

icr 

Matthew, 

xi. 

a  8. 

T7 

xiii. 

3, 

10. 

85 

xxii. 

4% 

323 

xxvi. 

4', 

89 

xxviii. 

r^~ 

169 

John, 

vi. 

65. 

'77 

xii. 

32. 

77 

A  els, 

xix. 
i. 

24. 
25- 

67* 

xiv. 

22. 

94 
3°2 
16  a 

Roman*, 

vi. 

4- 

Ephefians, 

ii. 

5. 

f  iiil-rpiafis, 
]  Tir.icthy, 

iv. 
i. 

4. 
11. 

•* 

267 

3'J 

2  Tittiothy, 

iv. 

8. 

14  i 

Hebrews, 

vi. 

17—1 

9- 

20. 

7  J 

i  John, 

v. 

6. 

j  8<~> 

Revelations, 

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